Lisa Ann Sandell

My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“Nate liked Death. Death was in the clothes that he wore and the music he listened to. He would wrap himself in…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

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

As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life:…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate.

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

They say no land remains to be discovered, no continent is left unexplored. But the whole world is out there, waiting, just…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“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

“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

“I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“There is a look in his eye, a heavy look that makes him seem older, as though in one night he has…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

— Lisa Ann Sandell

What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men?

— Lisa Ann Sandell

And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“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

I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone voice, the strokes…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“But, I believe," I continue, "I know what true love is - or what it should be." "What should it be?" Tristan…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

It should begin with friendship, I think. Suddenly I cannot look at him. It should begin with friendship and truly knowing who…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena asks. "What do you mean?" I can feel the hear of a blush coloring…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

“Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine…

— Lisa Ann Sandell