I have notebooks of quotes from books, and I’m interested to hear what has resonated with others.
One passage that I keep coming back to is from The God of Endings by Jacqueline Holland;
How presumptuous is the gift of life? What arrogance is implicit in the act of love that calls another into existence? This world, my love, I give it to you. All of it. You’re welcome, and I’m sorry.
by introit