“When Cecily comes to sit beside me, we rest our heads together and I tell her a final story about the twins.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“And yet, quite often, she comes to me. Seldom to have anything explained, but often to tell me something. When she comes… — Peter Høeg Copy Share Image
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
