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“At the bottom of the passage, behind thick steel doors, I witnessed the true wealth of that country.
Others have estimated the value in those rooms of grains, of nuts, of beans; of the millions in canned foie and white asparagus; of the greenhouses under their orange lights, and the vast spice grottos. I can't quote numbers. I can only say what happened when I pressed my face to a wheel of ten-year Parmigiano, how in a burst of grass and ripe pineapple I stood in some green meadow that existed only in the resonance, like a bell's fading peal, of that aroma. I can tell you how it was to cradle wines and vinegars older than myself, their labels crying out the names of lost traditions. And I can tell you of the ferocious crack in my heart when I walked into the deep freezer to see chickens, pigs, rabbits, cows, pheasants, tunas, sturgeon, boars hung two by two. No more boars roamed the world above, no Öland geese, no sharks; the day I climbed the mountain, there vanished wild larks. I knew, then, why the storerooms were guarded as if they held gold, or nuclear armaments. They hid something rarer still: a passage back through time.
The animal carcasses were left unskinned. In the circulating air, the extinct revolved on their hooks to greet me.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“God will restore what was stolen from you. Because His storeroom of blessings is not limited by what happened to you.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration