From Out of Love
This might sound sadistic but it’s true; people want to see their sadness reflected back at them because it makes them feel connected to something and connection is the best salve for sadness. The irony is we’re usually at our most disconnected when we’re grieving, either because we’ve lost the person we felt closest to or because we’ve withdrawn from others in order to protect ourselves from future pain, or to protect them from our “brokenness.”—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
A breakup is like a death without a funeral.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
Unfortunately, The Plan is not my plan. My plan involves a prosperous career, weekly trips to the cinema, impromptu holidays, dinner parties with friends, and lots and lots of sex. Oh, and regular lie-ins—a luxury reserved for the rich, the old, and the unfertilized.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
You just learn to accept that people have their own fucked-up ways of coping with shit. And you decide whether you’re willing to put up with it or not.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
Now, I’m not the kind of girl to gush over weddings, but the marriage part—the idea of two flawed people being somehow perfect for one another, the odds of finding another human who can tolerate your specific brand of shit, and whose shit you can tolerate too—I think that’s pretty special.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
I used to think the only way a man could hurt you was by lashing out, but it turns out the absence of action can cause just as much pain.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted
That moment is what I love most about creating something new: the idea, the spark, the beginning, when what might have been was still what might be.—Hazel Hayes, Out of Love. Highlighted