#historical-fiction

"A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old."

"How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn't want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he have liked me"

"Sonetimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself."

"I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ."He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye…."He shook his head slowly. "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye,"he said softly. "Just then."

"How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable?"

"Good men are often more practical than pretty "said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both."

"I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem."

"Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please."

"My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you."

"A little truth seasons a lie like salt."

"To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live."