"In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, and shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them we see a strong father, a loving mother, and warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane." —Gemma Doyle, The Sweet Far Thing (via hold-your-ponies)