I would think for hours how strange it was that some parts of words are silent, just like some parts of our lives. Did the people who wrote the dictionaries decide to mirror language to our lives, or did it just happen that way?
If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone
(She) didn’t believe in resilience. She believed in imagination.
Shame was a peculiar beast, Naomi knew. She suspected everyone had it: the dragon they wanted to slay. But for her it was different. Naomi wanted to bathe in it, to stand under its waterfall and come out blessed.
But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true piece is when you curl around one little piece of something. One little fern. One little frond. One person to love.
Later I read that there are things inside us too tiny to see. Not even a microscope can capture them. This got me thinking–if there are things inside us too tiny to see, might there be things outside us too big to believe?
there is no game in her smile. There is warmth and kindness and something that looks like steel. You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.
No matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.
America was an iceberg shattered into a billion fragments, and on each stood a person, rotating like an ice floe in a storm.
Your worst dungeon might be the room with the most windows.
Snow girl was glad she had left her own feelings behind.