“He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“The heart is a compass, steers us back to the thing we loved the most.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“...Early summer fireflies are beginning to dance above the spindly green stalks of weeds like lonesome boys looking for something beautiful and shiny to… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“When I got close to him, he smelled clean and steamy, like a late June-rain. And I was reduced to a ridiculous, blubbering pile… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and catching one… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“A camera winks at me from high in the bleachers like we're sharing a secret. Fans in the home section of the Fair Grove… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“They say it's the woman's prerogative to change her mind. But that's wrong. Guys are the one who get to say, "You know what?… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“There's a book of poetry in the lines of my hands that no one wants to read” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“The heart is a compass. It points you to the thing you love the most.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
