2 Quotes by Sarah Combs

I had watched the sun blaze and in the blink of an eye slip away; the happiness I felt in that moment was a heartbeat from tipping to sadness at the knowledge that I couldn't hold it forever. My old familiar push-pull, my trademark yearning for and resisting joy.

I had never the hell even heard of Calvin's book, but as he stood beneath that ancient sycamore, explaining to us why he loved it, reading a passage from it with genuine conviction and gaining confidence as he read, I fell for him a little bit, just for a second: the rogue lock of red hair that the breeze kept blowing into his eyes, the pale down on his neatly sinewed arms–