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“We did not say she was crazy then. We believed she had to do that. We remembered all the young men her father had driven away, and we knew that with nothing left, she would have to cling to that which had robbed her, as people will.”
― William Faulkner , A Rose for Emily

“When Mrs. Darling came into the kitchen it was with a tentative step and furtive looks.
"How is your little pet?" she eventually asked.
"What? Oh, he's absolutely adorable," Wendy said, remembering to toss Snowball a tidbit of mutton. For Nana she reserved the bone.
"You can... take him with you, you know. To Ireland. He would be a delightful little travel companion."
For a moment, just a moment, Wendy looked at her mother- really looked at her, steadily and clearly.
"You would never send the boys away."
The statement fell hard and final and full of more meaning than anything that had ever been said in the kitchen before.
"But they didn't write the... fantasies...." her mother said quietly.
Then Mr. Darling came in, loud and blustery, talking up Irish butter and clean country air.
Mother and daughter both ignored him.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“He knew whom she saw---whom everybody saw---when they looked in his face. Why on earth do I care about you? He couldn't help that he looked so much like his father, and he knew she was thinking about Daddy. But he still felt the harsh sting of her pain, and he always wondered...he always wondered if she faulted him a little bit for it.”
― Allie Ray, Children of Promise

“I once watched a video of a deer being rescued from drowning only to find herself surrounded by humans, and then she ran immediately back into the water. It's what panic looks like. An animal feeling of blind propulsion that aims at survival but doesn't quite get it right. We are so preoccupied with disaster that we step right into it.”
― Margaret Kimball, And Now I Spill the Family Secrets: An Illustrated Memoir

“This is how silence works in families: it means questions go unanswered, timelines are unclear, and the details of a child's life are a mystery that will not be resolved.”
― Margaret Kimball, And Now I Spill the Family Secrets: An Illustrated Memoir