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

“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.”

“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.”

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

“I hate the way the world feels when love is gone”