3 Quotes by Lena Goldfinch

There was a form of contentment in doing what she could and not worrying about the rest.

Something inside him shifted and came to rest, as if it had found its proper place. It was like one of his sister’s wooden tumbling puzzles, like the satisfying click it made when all its many turning pieces were perfectly aligned.

Theta loved pretty things more than air or food. She had a deep fondness for full red roses, pink shells, and starry sunsets.