michelle (travelingbooknerds)

“She belongs to me, yes, like a body belongs to its blood. I will spill from her and she will be better without me, lighter, so light she will return to the sky where she was born, an airplane, a skyfish, a rain of spades, digging to uproot me.”
― K-Ming Chang, Bone House

“Cathy believed that the more she and Edie thirsted, the deeper their roots would snare inside each other. They would find inside each other's bodies all the water they wanted.”
― K-Ming Chang, Bone House

“The drop is a small ocean.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“Occasionally I lean forward and gaze into the water. The water of a pond is a mirror of roughness and honesty—it gives back not only my own gaze, but the nimbus of the world trailing into the picture on all sides. The swallows, singing a little as they fly back and forth across the pond, are flying therefore over my shoulders, and through my hair. A turtle passes slowly across the muddy bottom, touching my cheekbone. If at this moment I heard a clock ticking, would I remember what it was, what it signified?”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays