“She searched out her pulse: there it was, beating slowly under her fingers, even and calm. She exhaled equally slow. How her body could be so rhythmic and regular when her brain was scrambled to the point of madness was… — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“These images could tell a thousand different stories. That’s the best kind of art, where the viewer can see the same image over and… — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“She searched out her pulse: there it was, beating slowly under her fingers, even and calm. She exhaled equally slow. How her body could… — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“Her life could go inten thousand different directions, and all of them were right. So tomorrow, and in two weeks, and in a couple… — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“It was the happiness behind the smile, and the love behind the eyes; that was where her beauty came from.” — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“Anyone who doesn’t make you happy doesn’t deserve to make you cry.” — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
“They weren’t perfect, but at least they could be that way together.” — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
