Papa loves you with a dying and infernal love," the youngest girl said. "Undying," the eldest girl corrected. "And eternal. — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“I was halfway between my home and the cookhouse when a mist of cloud began to creep across the early-risen moon. It darkened the… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“How thin the air felt at the forest's edge, how ghostly the trees that guarded their realm.... The whole world seemed as delicate as… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“Me: Now I understand why a guy can give up his freedom and shackle himself to one girl and spend the rest of his… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
...the girl longed for a love that could not be ended by death. From the time she was young, she knew that her true… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
I have observed that you treat a man as an old garment to be taken apart and stitched again. Perhaps you could think of… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“There are some who come willingly," I said, as if I had not heard him, "not out of love, but out of sickness and… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“The girl knew that quarrels would come because their lives were intertwined - how passionately one defends a heart that is vulnerable.” — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“The hope of yellow must be nothing to the taste of it, she thought.” — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
“She knew she had never been truly alive until she met him, and never so happy and content with her lot until she was… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share Image
![“His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most…” quote by Martine Leavitt](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/b74/martine-leavitt-20406_break_his-death-voice-is-cold-at-first-john-it_934268.jpg)
