“It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ”
“I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.”
“Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.”
“You only had to choose which me to talk to, for, you know, we all change our manners, depending on who has come to chat. One doesn’t behave at all the same way to a grandfather as to a bosom friend, to a professor as to a curious niece.”
“For every tear you shed for someone else’s grief, it takes one off of their suffering.”
“It is well, I think, for us to learn to tell evil from good; but it has its price, as everything does. We leave our evil friend behind.”