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Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Someone Who’s Been There

This book offers a compilation of heartfelt and practical advice on matters of love, relationships, and personal growth, drawn from the author’s own life experiences and profound understanding of human emotions and situations. more

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Cheryl Strayed
Cheryl Strayed

Cheryl Strayed is an American author who gained fame with her memoir 'Wild', which tells the story of her solo hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. The novel, which was later adapted into a film, has been praised for its profound personal narrative and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. Her work has been celebrated for its deep personal storytelling and exploration of themes of female self-discovery. more

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“There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.”

“Loki," I said. "Hey, Princess." He smiled dazedly as he looked up at me. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." I smiled and shook my head. "Not anymore." "What's this?" He took my hair and held it out so i could see. A curl near the front had gone completely silver. "I take a nap, and you go gray?" "You didn't take a nap." I laughed. "Don't you remember what happened?" He furrowed his brow, trying to remember, and understanding flashed in his eyes. "I remember..." Loki touched my face. "I remember that I love you." I bent down, kissing him full on the mouth, and he held me to him.”

“You are everything that's ever been my favourite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You're my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.”

“My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe”