"'I try to believe,' she said, 'that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they could see that crack.'"

Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (via quoted-books)

Your eyelashes will write on my heart
the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.”

(Source: acciozayn, via itscrispyfede)