“Boehme makes such leaps, such contradictions, such confusions of thought. It is as though he wishes to vault directly into heaven upon… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“A stranger came out to White Acre one day to sell Henry a pony, for Alma to learn to ride. The pony's… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Alma wrote in depth about laurel, mimosa, and verbena. She wrote about grapes and camellias, about the myrtle orange, about the cosseting… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Alma knelt in the tall grass and brought her face as near as she could to the stone. And there, rising no… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
“The cave was cool and silent- thoroughly carpeted- with the most luxuriant mantle of mosses Alma Whittaker had ever seen. The cave… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
