“She hadn’t understood loss until it had laid her to waste, and she feared what would become of her when she was again without purpose, left to the mercy of her own grief.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Was it malice or stupidity? Doha had found that the motivation for most confusing attributes of other people could be classified into one of those two categories. Someone cutting in a line? Either they were too oblivious to notice the… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“She seemed to feed on their laughter, and they on her humor, like the lily of the pond—sustained by the very water it purified.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Somewhere between love and pain was the feeling of a family that was missing one of its founding members.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“She hadn’t understood loss until it had laid her to waste, and she feared what would become of her when she was again without… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“People are like the tall grasses of the field. They will bend in whatever direction the wind blows.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“People were so easy to predict if one only paid attention to their lips. Most people told their stories there without even needing to… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Doha wasn’t a very good friend. But he was a good person. And he was a great engineer.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Idealism is the cradle for change. One cannot make something new without first envisioning the possibility.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Even you cannot control your shine, my friend. This whole world is in your shadow.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“But the agony of her loss reminded her that every day was a gift, and the depth of her love reminded her of all… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“He looked distraught, though perhaps he always looked like that, given that he didn’t eat enough or sleep enough or witness sunlight anywhere other… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“He hated his vanity, but it was a characteristic and nearly altogether unavoidable trait of the attractive. Perhaps it was self-preservation—simply his body urging… — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“Have faith even in the finite, my dear. Faith and science are but the hands and feet of miracles.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
