I just wanted to go home, to the language in which I was known, and loved. - Jhumpa Lahiri

The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters — it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too soon and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.

The unknown words remind me that there's a lot I don't know in this world.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.