“I waited in the kitchen and watched as a bright morning sun swept through the rooms. It would briefly catch on the part of the window that was not filthy, or a patch of carpet near the trim that had not been trampled by decades of stomping feet, and these things were transformed as if in some Cinderella story; dust particles shone like shooting stars caught in an upstream. I wanted to catch that light, to be purified in it and become a better version of myself.” HopeTransformationLongingRedemptionBeauty In The Ordinary Book:The Rider on the Bridge Source: The Rider on the Bridge
“You know there's a finite number of atoms, subatomic particles.' He turned his head towards me, knowing it was a language I wouldn't understand. 'Everything transforms into something else, so maybe, someday, it come back.” HopeChangeLossHuman ConditionImpermanence Book:The Rider on the Bridge Source: The Rider on the Bridge