It's Not Summer Without You

Some kinds of care are a controlled descent, steered as gently as possible.

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it’s how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet · Jamie Ford

Πώς αλλάζει ένα σπίτι όταν μένει άδειο

“It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat. The walls, streaked with moss, had grown soft, and bulged a little with dampness that seeped up from the ground. The wild, overgrown garden was full of the whisper and scurry of small lives. In the undergrowth a rat snake rubbed itself against a glistening stone. Hopeful yellow bullfrogs cruised the scummy pond for mates. A drenched mongoose flashed across the leaf strewn driveway.

Ο θεός των μικρών πραγμάτων · Arundhati Roy

Time doesn't heal so much as hand you something to wear over the wound.

Maybe time didn’t heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

Night Road · Kristin Hannah