Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
Erin MorgensternI tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake." "Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?
Erin MorgensternYou send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. Iโm running out of vases. I didnโt know roses came in so many colors. You say theyโre the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. And you donโt get it. You say you love me, but you donโt speak my language. You donโt even realize Iโm an orchid girl.
Erin Morgenstern