“In my old age, I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed as children,… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed as children, and that perhaps there… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed as children, and that perhaps there is no harm… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“That is the excitement. We catch only glimpses, a burst of movement, a flap of wings, yet it is life itself beating… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scored you clean so that you were left helpless… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Makes me see that there might be some sense to having children after all, just so your entire life and all your family’s contributions… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“She and Jack had formed her of snow and birch boughs and frosty wild grass.” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“And if it is true...that we are each inhabited by some bit of divine light, then upon death, how long before those particles dissipate… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Carry me on and on to the edge of the earth, with children's laughter like a wind - full sail, then carry me beyond” — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“When she first fell in love with Jack, she had dreamed she could fly, that on a warm, inky black night she had pushed… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“But what makes the question of cultural loss the most uncomfortable, and difficult for me to address, are the inherent definitions built into it.… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Sewing was different. Mabel knew if she was patient and meticulous, if she carefully followed the lines, took each step as it came, and… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“As Jack's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw the ground covered in white and, in the light of Garrett"s lantern, snowflakes spinning… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
“Doubt crouched over his shoulder, ready to take him by the throat, whispering in his ear, You are an old man. An old, old… — Eowyn Ivey Copy Share Image
