How mighty, how great the One must be, I thought, to send the heavens careening, and yet hear the cry of a single heart. — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Sometime before sleep it occurred to me that the true nature of being without might mean never knowing what one lacked.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“You are necessary to that end, and to me...you are all I have of the garden. You are the image of me and of… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours. — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“I have always contended that girls are the sturdier of the genders and wondered in secret if the One that Is might not best… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Go away. Go live out your gnat's existence." "But we're not done!" Her eyes lolled back to me. "Yes, we are." "But--I don't know… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Suffice it to say, we were horrified by the entire concept of dying, even if we weren't the ones with the death sentence.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“So as I said, the world was mutating," she said, prick, prick, pricking at the cloth, looking up at me once to make sure,… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Trust me, at the time nine hundred years seemed frighteningly short - it still does. I really don't know how you cope with your… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. "He sat back, called it good, and rested." I waited. She waited. I raised my brows. "And?" Her mouth curved into a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
