16 Quotes by Katie Williams

I let her clasp my hand and stare at me with her big, dark eyes. Because I know that when people comfort you, they’re really just comforting themselves.

But there is knowing something and then there is feeling it. For adults, these are two different things. For children, they are one.

There is no origin for the word love. It is one of the first words and has always meant only itself.

Cruelest are the punishments we visit upon ourselves.

We’re quiet then, quiet enough that I can hear the books around me creaking in their shelves, rustling their pages, stretching their spines, as if they have something to add to the conversation. Which some of them probably do.

I feel it, that expansiveness specific to childhood, the breath filling you all the way up to the puff of your cheeks, the feeling that each breath is good.

In this overcrowded, underwhelming world, any gesture, no matter how slight, expressing that one person recognizes another person is a nice thing indeed.