“Joining her at the table, Liz said, “They’re ever-changing. Swirling, dilating, expanding. To look at, you’d think they hardly move at all, but they actually travel at around a hundred miles an hour.” She took Naomi’s hands in hers again. “We are never stuck, my love. We’re always moving towards something, whether we see it or not. And yes, sometimes we’re forced to bear the greyness of life, but eventually the sun shines through us again.” She smiled, her pink papery cheeks resembling the inside of a rose. “As Maya Angelou once said, ‘Every storm runs out of rain’.” LifeLife PhilosophyCloudsStormDomestic AbuseMaya Angelou Book:Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings Source: Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
“Naomi figured that newly employed Lin had provided the treats as the rest of her team knew glazed doughnuts were her least favourite. “Glazed doughnuts are the equivalent of sex without foreplay: pointless and bland,” she’d quipped one day, and everyone had laughed and agreed.” LifeFriendshipGriefDomestic Abuse Book:Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings Source: Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings