The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things? — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road.… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I wish I could say we all lived happily ever after. I can't. But I can say we lived. Our love for… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“Nate liked Death. Death was in the clothes that he wore and the music he listened to. He would wrap himself in a black… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things? — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me. I want to do things-- I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca. I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak. I… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share
Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids,… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light grows smaller… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
“There is a look in his eye, a heavy look that makes him seem older, as though in one night he has lived one… — Lisa Ann Sandell Copy Share Image
