āWeāre always looking for that missing piece in ourselves,ā said Jungian analyst Jacqueline Wright. āThat ideal lover or person that weāre looking for holds a quality that we donāt recognize or express in ourselves.āāLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
When weāre caught up in unsatisfied desire, we can write the story of our love ... This is fundamentally a creative act, often full of pleasure at first ... yet being together means facing reality, which will probably fall short of the self-centered fantasy.āLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.āRainbow Rowell, Fangirl. Highlighted
Of course he didnāt want to discuss what had just happened. Because nothing had happened. We shook hands. I imagined the rest.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
I could feel his breath, his heart, which was beating too hard and too fast for him to be sleeping.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
My first thought should be How kind, but instead I think, How dare you.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
I wanted a fix. A hit. A tiny little taste of you. Instead, I feel like a spider in an empty web, waiting for vibrations that never come. A single strum on one silk strand would do. A gentle hum in the gossamer. But all is quiet. All is still. And another lonely week looms large.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
had I not been struck by the upside-down image of my frilly ankle socks, once white, now turning bright red. Like a cartoon animal who doesnāt fall until they notice that the ground is gone, the sight of my own blood made me suddenly aware of the searing pain in my heels. I tore off my shiny black shoes and peeled the blood-soaked socks from my feet before righting myself and continuing my search barefoot.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
Itās even more difficult to talk about you in the past tense because youāre technically still here. Here as in alive, obviously, not here in this house.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
And this, Iāve just now decided, is maybe harder than death. With death thereās no option to call someone, to hear them laugh, to see or touch or hold them again. Thereās no decision to be made. No temptation to resist. Choosing to be apart is its own special kind of torture. It means making that choice over and over again. Every moment of every day. And some days the choice doesnāt seem as clear.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
are the moments we remember most actually the moments we remember least?āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
No. Theyāre teeth. Followed by a clump of slimy liquorice hair.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
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