4 Quotes by Emily Whitman

An alder tree can't become an oak at will. A maple can't pick up its roots like legs, and stride, step by powerful step, along the shore to find the sun. And everything that ever said otherwise--all those years of school, and the plays and moving pictures that promise you can be someone else, something more--they were all lies.

Soil, blood, seed- Let me draw strength from you. let it be enough.

I wanted it to be so pure. Nothing is ever pure.

for one precious moment, I believed everything she did was because of love. but now love and power are both shouting their names. I wanted it to be so pure. nothing is ever pure.