I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some w…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone voice, the strokes of her paintbrush. Even her cam…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men?

- Lisa Ann Sandell

And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

- Lisa Ann Sandell

The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things?

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.

- Lisa Ann Sandell

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate.

- Lisa Ann Sandell