64 Quotes by Gina Marinello-Sweeney

They own a shop of exotic jam.

No magnetic wombats, no flying hyenas, no catfish masquerading as samurai, and, MOST CERTAINLY, no Duku jam!

And in it she found a stillness and peace, a beauty that gently wrapped up the unraveled ends and lost questions and unresolved threads of life’s journey.In it, she found the entirety, the end, the beginning, and the moments in between, the essence of all she was and had ever been, and all the world was and had ever been.

For a moment, I was safe, wrapped in a blue-hued embrace.

But I did not see any of it.I saw color.And, in distant melodies, I remembered color.

They swept down into a great V, sentinels at watch withdrawing, gray swirls and curves of mountains reaching upwards in carefully-shaded lines of chalk and silhouette that overlooked the enormity of a sun-kissed world dreamt in glass-blown shapes.There was a deep, pervading serenity, quietand solitary, in this sanctuary of branch and water, drifting across in far-reaching swells, and I breathed it in—breathed it in as if it could purge any poison from my heart.

The luminescent flow of a sunbathed garden— illuminating the shifting colors of its inhabitants— echoed in my memory as I opened the antique bookstore door in the shaft of window light. The books, like the flowers of the garden, awaited me with the thrill of a new mystery.

That,” Adriana said, “is a puzzling mystery that must be solved.

It’s more than a feeling,” I whispered to the darkness of my room, “and . . . even more than a choice. It is a conviction. And a mystery. A beautiful, beautiful mystery.