“Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.”
―
Leslye Walton,
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Love makes us such fools.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Just because love don't look the way you think it should, don't mean you don't have it.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“I found it ironic that I should be blessed with wings and yet feel so constrained, so trapped. It was because of my condition, I believe, that I noticed life's ironies a bit more often than the average person. I collected them: how love arrived when you least expected it, how someone who said he didn't want to hurt you eventually would.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Love, as most know, follows its own timeline. Disregarding our intentions or well rehearsed plans.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did.I was just a girl.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“By this point Viviane Lavender had loved Jack Griffith for twelve years, which was far more than half of her life. If she thought of her love as a commodity and were to, say, eat it, it would fill 4,745 cherry pies. If she were to preserve it, she would need 23,725 glass jars and labels and a basement spanning the length of Pinnacle Lane.If she were to drink it, she'd drown.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She spent her days trying to forget the sound of his voice, and her nights trying to remember.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“I loved you before, Ava. Let me love you still.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“The first of many autumn rains smelled smoky, like a doused campsite fire, as if the ground itself had been aflame during those hot summer months. It smelled like burnt piles of collected leaves, the cough of a newly revived chimney, roasted chestnuts, the scent of a man's hands after hours spent in a wood shop.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“That fact filled Gabe with so much hope that he grew another two inches just to have enough room to hold it all.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Those born under Pacific Northwest skies are like daffodils: they can achieve beauty only after a long, cold sulk in the rain.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She found that she did not mind losing the previous moment, for this one was just as lovely.” ― Leslye walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we’re all afraid of each other.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Love makes us such fools.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Just because love don't look the way you think it should, don't mean you don't have it.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“I found it ironic that I should be blessed with wings and yet feel so constrained, so trapped. It was because of my condition, I believe, that I noticed life's ironies a bit more often than the average person. I collected them: how love arrived when you least expected it, how someone who said he didn't want to hurt you eventually would.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Love, as most know, follows its own timeline. Disregarding our intentions or well rehearsed plans.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did.I was just a girl.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“By this point Viviane Lavender had loved Jack Griffith for twelve years, which was far more than half of her life. If she thought of her love as a commodity and were to, say, eat it, it would fill 4,745 cherry pies. If she were to preserve it, she would need 23,725 glass jars and labels and a basement spanning the length of Pinnacle Lane.If she were to drink it, she'd drown.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She spent her days trying to forget the sound of his voice, and her nights trying to remember.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“I loved you before, Ava. Let me love you still.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“The first of many autumn rains smelled smoky, like a doused campsite fire, as if the ground itself had been aflame during those hot summer months. It smelled like burnt piles of collected leaves, the cough of a newly revived chimney, roasted chestnuts, the scent of a man's hands after hours spent in a wood shop.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“That fact filled Gabe with so much hope that he grew another two inches just to have enough room to hold it all.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“Those born under Pacific Northwest skies are like daffodils: they can achieve beauty only after a long, cold sulk in the rain.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“She found that she did not mind losing the previous moment, for this one was just as lovely.” ― Leslye walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we’re all afraid of each other.” ― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender
