Well, I would appreciate it if the Lord were a little less mysterious and a little more straightforward.

He looked at me as no one had before, as though I were more the sum of my eyes, my nose, my lips, my hair, and my wretched plainness. He looked as though he saw me entire, as though he knew me” -Liesl.

What is eternal life but a prolonged death.

If it were only feathers that could transform a sparrow into a peacock” -Liesl.

My hopes and dreams, so tattered and tender, had been sheltered by secrecy for so long that I could not bear to bring them to light.

It was a pleasure to open that door and turn the lock, hearing the solid thunk and clang as the mechanism slid into place. I had done this so many times to my own heart; it was a pleasure to do it to the world.

For love is our only immortality, and when memory is faded and gone, it is our legacies that endure.

All that remained of a person once they were gone was a legacy, which would linger only as long as you were loved or hated. Immortality was memory.

Skills could be taught, but talent could not.

But hope... hope was stubborn. Like a weed it returned, even after I had plucked it away again and again.