"Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning."
"But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock my the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down."
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Source: Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.320, Faber & Faber
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