“You know that smell, when you put your nose up to a pine tree?" I told her I did perfectly. "No matter how long it has been, you always will. Like you are storing a part of that tree in… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“Help, I said. “Is this real? Am I still me?” The Stranger comforted, “Everything stays true. You are yourself, no matter how much you have to change.” But what had I done? I couldn’t remember; I must have made each… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“Life seemed improbable. All the turns of fate it had taken for Fern to be the mother of three particular children and the wife… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“The process of living is to surrender what, for a few glimmering days or years, you have been allowed to hold. But there is… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“It doesn't always make sense, how you go about loving someone. Sometimes loving means gathering them back, sometimes it means sending them away.” — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“...he would miss half their lives, locked alone in the dark while the children splashed in the rain, earned the Greek myths, fell in… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“Perhaps fate is an answer from God... or perhaps fate is nothing more than an accident - two ships lost in the dark, running… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“For heartsickness of the unending variety, befriend a dove. Do not catch it, not even so that you can set it free. Just get… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“You know that smell, when you put your nose up to a pine tree?" I told her I did perfectly. "No matter how long… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“We can do a cremation here, at the house?" I ask. "We built a fire," my father says. "Obviously. And I put the whole… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“Petra, people tell me that I will 'move on' and I can't believe it. But if it ever does happen, and I forget to… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“You must have come from very far down," Alice says to the fish, "to have your own lantern.” — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
“Help, I said. “Is this real? Am I still me?” The Stranger comforted, “Everything stays true. You are yourself, no matter how much you… — Ramona Ausubel Copy Share Image
