“A girl lost in the woods is a different sort of creature than a girl who walks purposefully through…”

A girl lost in the woods is a different sort of creature than a girl who walks purposefully through the trees even though she does not know her way.

This girl in the woods is not lost. She is exploring.

This girl is not scared. She is not unnerved by the darkness of the clawing shadows case by the trees in the late-afternoon sun. She is not bothered by the thorns and branches that tug at her clothes and scratch at her skin.

She is young enough to carry fear with her without letting it into her heart. Without being scared. She wears her fear lightly, like a veil, aware that there are dangers but letting the crackling awareness hover around her. It does not sink in, it buzzes in excitement like a swarm of invisible bees.



- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea.

“A girl lost in the woods is a different sort of creature than a girl who walks purposefully through…”

A girl lost in the woods is a different sort of creature than a girl who walks purposefully through the trees even though she does not know her way.

This girl in the woods is not lost. She is exploring.

This girl is not scared. She is not unnerved by the darkness of the clawing shadows case by the trees in the late-afternoon sun. She is not bothered by the thorns and branches that tug at her clothes and scratch at her skin.

She is young enough to carry fear with her without letting it into her heart. Without being scared. She wears her fear lightly, like a veil, aware that there are dangers but letting the crackling awareness hover around her. It does not sink in, it buzzes in excitement like a swarm of invisible bees.



- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea.