Grief is a swallow,” he said. “One day you wake up and you think it's gone, but it's only migrated to some other place, warming its feathers. Sooner … - Elif Şafak

There was something frighteningly dangerous in the expectation that someone had the answer to most of our questions, and that through that person was a shortcut to all that was left unsolved henceforth.

Този свят е като заснежена планина, където кънти ехото на гласа ти. Каквото и да кажеш, и добро, и зло, то ще се върне пак при теб. Затова, в случай, че някой ти мисли злото, само ще усложниш положението, ако тръгнеш да злословиш за него. Ще влезеш в омагьосания кръг на мъстта. Ето защо четирийсет дни и четирийсет нощи говори и си мисли за този човек хубави неща. В края на четирийсетте дни всичко ще бъде различно, защото дълбоко в себе си ти ще бъдеш друг.

When you are in trouble or at your lowest point, and have no one in whom to confide, a hawthorn would be the right choice. There is a reason why hawthorns are home to fairies and known to protect pots of treasure. For wisdom, try a beech; for intelligence, a pine; for bravery, a rowan; for generosity, a hazel; for joy, a juniper; and for when you need to learn to let go of what you cannot control, a birch with its white-silver bark, peeling and shedding layers like old skin. Then again, if it's love you're after, or love you have lost, come to the fig, always the fig.