• If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spontaneously, as if from nothing, perhaps I had been wrong to believe myself unfit to raise my daughter. Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.

    Vanessa Diffenbaugh (2011). “The Language of Flowers: A Novel”, p.308, Ballantine Books