Joy H.

“Home, I whispered.
is where the river flows humming through the willows.
Home is milkweed in your hair,
with hemlock moss your pillows.
Home, if you could only know,
is anyplace I see you ---
it's in your heart
and from the start
I've known my home would be you.
FROM BOOK _ZAZOO_ , p.21, Chapter 3”
― Richard Mosher, Zazoo

“Though words sometimes puzzled Alma, she never looked up any word in any dictionary; a word was like a pebble to be turned briefly in the hand, and tossed away, with no expectation that it would be encountered again.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, The Tattooed Girl

“There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.

She is not dead,--the child of our affection,--
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.

Excerpt from the poem "Resignation" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“The thing about growing older was that all of one's possessions became imbued with a sense of the past.”
― Ella Carey, The Things We Don't Say