“Growing old isn’t for sissies,” she said softly. “You lose the people you love. Over and over again. Some get taken away from you. Some walk away. And some you learn to let go.” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“Want some of this?” He held out his burrito: chargrilled beef with cumin, garlic and lime juice.” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“Sometimes heroes were found between the pages of a book, and sometimes they stood on a hill, their checkered togas fluttering in the wind,… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“How about Papas Locas? Crazy potatoes?” he asked. The vendor was roasting large potatoes in foil, mashing them with butter and fresh cheese, and… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“My grandma used to say that people born on the same day are two halves of the same soul” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“Growing old isn’t for sissies,” she said softly. “You lose the people you love. Over and over again. Some get taken away from you.… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“I tried to imagine what it would feel like, grieving for someone in a place where things kept growing, where new life burst through… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“I feel like a tree exposed to the elements, my roots clinging to the soil, my branches flirting with heaven.” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“Men who pick you up when they hug you,” said one of the girls. I didn’t know which of them it was, but they… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“We were like two stars converging around the same axis, but with paths that missed each other by a fraction of infinity.” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“But sitting here before Troy Heathgate now, I'm teetering on a knife's edge between honor and disgrace.” — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“When the world has always taken from you, when it’s constantly tilted and shifted under your feet, it’s hard to attach permanence to the… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“This is what great masterpieces must feel like on museum walls—like sighing, like climbing out of their rigidly stretched frames, and falling, boneless, into… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“had always thought of home as a place, where you put down your roots, unpack your collection of mugs with snarky quotes, put up… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“There is nothing to hide anymore. When love looks at you, when it truly pins you down and stares into your soul, it renders… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
“This is what it looks like when you wander somewhere between the sand and stardust, and meet a piece of yourself in someone else.… — Leylah Attar Copy Share Image
