Quotes from Laura Florand

He felt as if he were blooming outward, his heart one of their own roses unfurling in deepest winter, which scared him because...well, roses that bloomed in the winter got frozen in the cold.

If you were only crumbs on a plate, I would pick every last one up with my finger

She snuck a guilty peek at Matt. She didn't want to be selfish, she didn't want to hurt him, but music was who she was. If she didn't have that, she didn't have anything. As long as she was going to let him have it back eventually, surely he could survive sharing part of his valley until she remembered how to sing?

Getting respect from one's own family was like trying to draw blood from a stone.

May you realize your own freedom.

May you love your life and seize it with both hands.

catastrophes in his kitchen, too. And he hadn't even blamed her when

You only open a present for the person it's for.

one must always know when to yield magic into the hands of the children who wanted to eat it up.

Sometimes, in secret in her head, she liked to skip that awkward "son and daughter-in-law" phrasing and just call them her children.