“Was it as Ada had suggested, that we can choose our own endings, joy over sorrow? Or does the cruel world just give and take, give and take, while we flounder through the wilderness?” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“we can choose our own endings, joy over sorrow? Or does the cruel world just give and take, give and take, while we flounder through the wilderness?” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scored you clean so that you were left helpless… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Makes me see that there might be some sense to having children after all, just so your entire life and all your family’s contributions… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“She and Jack had formed her of snow and birch boughs and frosty wild grass.” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“And if it is true...that we are each inhabited by some bit of divine light, then upon death, how long before those particles dissipate… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Carry me on and on to the edge of the earth, with children's laughter like a wind - full sail, then carry me beyond” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“When she first fell in love with Jack, she had dreamed she could fly, that on a warm, inky black night she had pushed… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“But what makes the question of cultural loss the most uncomfortable, and difficult for me to address, are the inherent definitions built into it.… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Sewing was different. Mabel knew if she was patient and meticulous, if she carefully followed the lines, took each step as it came, and… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“As Jack's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw the ground covered in white and, in the light of Garrett"s lantern, snowflakes spinning… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Doubt crouched over his shoulder, ready to take him by the throat, whispering in his ear, You are an old man. An old, old… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
