Daisy Whitney Quotes
Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.
We are what we love. We are the things, the people, the ideas we spend our days with. They center us, they drive us, they define us to our very core. Without them, we are empty.
Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.
Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.
As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.
Because maybe it's in the stories that the people we love are still alive.
Why am I doing this? Because it feels so good to talk like we used to, even though I know this is just a shadow of what we had. But I chase it anyway.
But I don't feel like dealing because dealing requires too much energy, and energy is what I lack.
But I am tired of everyone being gone, and I am tired of everything that has tired me out for the last five years of my life.
Because this is what I believe - that second chances are stronger than secrets. You can let secrets go. But a second chance? You don't let that pass you by.
When someone you love has died, there is a certain grace period during which you can get away with murder. Not literal murder, but pretty much anything else.
We are what we love. We are the things, the people, the ideas we spend our days with. They center us, they drive us, they define us to our very core.Without them, we are empty.
You’re not the same. You’re not supposed to be the same. You’re supposed to be different. This isn’t something you will ever forget.
No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?
Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.
Because I'm living, and I sure as hell don't have a clue how to feel anything but empty.
Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can't seem to manage anything when I'm living.
Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don't enter anymore.
Do you need anything?" she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? "Nah, I'm good.
