“She seemed to feed on their laughter, and they on her humor, like the lily of the pond—sustained by the very water… — 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
“Even you cannot control your shine, my friend. This whole world is in your shadow.” — Molly Collier Copy Share Image
“In any friendship or partnership, there is always one that shines just a little bit brighter than the other. He doesn’t mean… — 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
