She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came.
"Sometimes hurt is temporary… like a break-up or disappointment. But other times hurt comes in the form of a loss that cuts into your heart so viciously it forever redefines who you are and how you think.
It’s what I call deep grief. The kind that strains against everything you’ve ever believed. So much so you wonder how the promises that seemed so real on those thin Bible pages yesterday could ever possibly stand up under the weight of your enormous sadness today.”
Plot twist: learning how to crochet AFTER knitting and can’t figure it out.