The Birdwoman’s palate by Laksmi Pamuntjak
What is it that dictates perception? Why do we see something one way and not another? Perhaps it is this that they call the “mind’s eye”—the eye that perceives the grass is green because the color green calms the heart, that perceives the ocean is blue because the ocean is where we set sail our hopes and dreams, that perceives blood is red because the color red will prepare us for the dead body we may discover next.
“Twin solitudes,” which sounds much more fitting and much more appropriate than “soul mates.”
In short, we could never love X like we love Y because at the end of the day, we want to be loved for the unexpected qualities we harbor inside us, the qualities that make us unique.
Behind her eyes by Sarah Pinborough
I think of my own scraps of friendships, and understand what she means. Circles grow small as we grow older.
There’s no right and wrong with feelings. There is only what there is.
A Year and A Day by Isabelle Broom
If I don’t answer my phone, just assume that I’m off somewhere perfecting the art of tossing,’ he told her. ‘Some people are just natural-born tossers, and I am proud to call myself a tosser!
He was the half of her that she’d been searching for all her life without even realising it. He was her missing piece, her soulmate, her everything.
Perfect Imperfections by Taryn Leigh
The beauty of a new day always carried with it a sense of hope. Each day could be so vastly different to the one before. Life could change in an instant, from joy to sorrow and from sorrow back to joy. Nothing in life was guaranteed, no one held the promise of another day.
SISTER by Rosamund Lupton
Our mind is who we are; it’s where we feel and think and believe. It’s where we have love and hate and faith and passion.
But you want to know if Xavier is burried with you. Of course he is, Tess. Of course he is. In your arms.
SEE ME NOT by Janelle Harris
‘People die as they lived,’ David exhales. ‘Funny people die with their last joke lingering in the air. Strong people die fighting for that last breath. Sad people die with regret lacing their last moments. We all die with a tattoo of our life on our soul. Don’t let your tattoo be hate, Jane.
THE GIRL WHO LIED by Sue Fortin
You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.