" He is hearing the uncertain passage of a broken heart, bruising itself again and again on the unjust stones.
Such a heart might stumble to either bank of the stream to escape the rush of time. To the side of light, or to the infinity of dark. To virtue, or to evil. Right here, in the river of his life, curves a pool of experience where the heart baptises itself. Either it rises, dark and closed and formidable, or it thrusts forward like an opening hibiscus, its five extravagant petals still dripping tinctures of blood. "

― Kaimana Wolff , La Chiripa (The Widening Gyre #2)