“Hope had been that thing with burnt feathers buried in her soul, but now it was waking up, stretching, beating fresh wings… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Baby missing you is like having no soul, waking up and going through the day with emptiness in my heart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
