âIâm beginning to realise that time does not heal wounds. Time just adds more days in which to feel the effect of them.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âAnd we come back like a bunch of eager Christians, jaws slack and tongues raised, ready to receive what someone died to give us. Comfortable with their sacrifice.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âAnd look, I know how this goes. I know that by the time you get married Iâll have healed enough that I can smile for you too. But this foresight barely makes a dent in the agony of imagining it now. Somehow, each fresh loss feels different, like a maze with shifting walls; I know thereâs a way out, but Iâm fucked if I can find it.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âThe photos elicit in me a feeling akin to that of Maeveâs paintings, or the eerie videos that preceded my most recent nightmare. In them I see no past. No future. Just infinite present. And the threat of something unseen. What that thing is, I canât tell, but thereâs a lack in each one, a romanticised longing. I feel I could fall into them, that even as I stand here now, I am free-falling.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âI have the solipsistic sense that my own inner world, and not Tarkovskyâs, is being projected up there for everyone to see.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âI read over and over this brief exchange, wringing it dry for hidden meaning. And for the next few hours I rest easy knowing where you are, who youâre with, and that Iâm on your mind.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âyour fingers lifting my mouth to yours, the way we moved together, the bruises on my belly from our hip bones grinding.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âNew Yearâs Eve finds me staring at an endless loop of liminal spaces: unfinished construction sites, dreamlike swimming pools with no obvious entrance or exit, mono-yellow hallways in some nondescript hotel. Iâm reluctant to call it an addiction, but I can no longer go a day without watching these videos, which get me so close to that feeling of falling, and the sense that at any moment the ground will hit and everything will suddenly make sense.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âBut quick as memories come, they are rewritten, altered by the knowledge that you knew then how little time we had. And soon this knowing starts to seep through my whole mind, like ink in water, tainting every memory I have of you, darkening the tone of my whole childhood. I thought that I had mourned you fully. That there would be no more mourning left to do. But this is a fresh, graveside grief, raw and untamed, that doesnât so much slip under the door as burst through it, demanding my attention.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âMany huge achievements are just the result of little actions done persistently over time.ââDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted
âGoals donât improve your future. Goals only improve your present actions. A good goal makes you take action immediately. A bad goal doesnât. A goal shows whatâs right and wrong. What moves you towards your goal is right. What doesnât is wrong.ââDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted
âWhen talking with people, ask deep open-ended questions â like âWhatâs your biggest regret?â â that will lead to unexpected stories.ââDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted
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