“I would have stayed.” Her words were muffled against my shirt. “If you’d asked, I would have stayed.” My heart swelled with emotion. I knew she would have. She would have given it all up for me. So how could… — 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
