Corey Ann Haydu Quotes

It’s incredible how small the English language gets when you’re trying to make it fix something.

We’re all a little broken, on the sidewalk. On the street. In the city.

I see my mother exactly as she is – sad and strong, tense and trying.

That's the thing about anxiety: It's a real time suck.

Feelings are like blankets, covering you up so you can't see clearly, or like mazes you can too easily get lost inside. I am terrified of getting lost.

...The human mind is a complicated place...We hold on to things, images, words, ideas, histories that we don't even know we're holding on to.

Torture: knowing something makes no sense, but doing it anyways.

You never know what’s going to be in the garden in June when you’re looking at it in January.

The laws of physics say if there’s a party, Isla will eventually end up dancing on a table.

If you love someone and they vanish, you are left nodding like a zombie and throwing teacups at a wall.

Sleep comes, no matter how deep the sadness cuts. It’s like a gift from the universe.

This is another awful truth of losing people you love: everyone needs something different. And the needs almost never match up.

Everyone else’s Minute of remembering is over, but ours stretches on and on. It doesn’tend.

Death always feels far away from life, until it isn’t.

I hate the way the world feels when love is gone

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.

Like Christmas trees and Easter egg hunts and the block party on the last day of summer, we do things because traditions feel cozy and safe.

Even the worst things about Devonairre Street are better than the rest of the city.

I guess I wonder what it would be like, to be living their live instead of mine.

We are LornaCruzCharlotteDelilahIsla and we aren’t afraid of love, even if we’re supposed to be.

We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.

On our own, we’d look totally normal. Together, we’re something else. Together, we’re special.

Sometimes words I think are small come out big.

It sounds like love just sort of happens, whether you want it to or not, whether you’re married or not.

Love is something you have or don’t have. Love is like a fever.

Love is insanity, apparently.

I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.

I want to know if we are the same, in the moments when we’re stripped bare.