Ava Dellaira Quotes

“I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that when I finally get to see the waves washing on the shore, to hear them, I will feel you there.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“After something really bad happens, the next worse thing is people feeling sorry for you about it. It’s like confirmation that something is terribly wrong.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“No puedes estar seguro de cómo va a resultar, incluso si lo haces todo bien. Las cosas se vuelven en tu contra, la vida lo hace.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into me, and I forgot for a moment to worry about how I was supposed to be. Because I was perfect right then. Everything was. And Sky was a perfect driver. Not scary. Just steady. And fast. I wanted the music to last forever.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“The funny thing about beauty, James writes, is that in no way does its presence negate the truth of suffering, of injustice, of pain, but it does stand stalwart in its own right, as its own truth.”
― Ava Dellaira, In Search Of Us

“As vezes, nosso corpo deveria mostrar mais as coisas que nos machucam, as histórias que mantemos escondidas dentro de nós.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

“When parents talk about their pasts, the stories start to stick in your head. But the memories that you inherit look different from the now-world, and different from your own memories, too. Like they have a color all their own. I don’t mean sepia-toned or something. My parents aren’t even that old. I just mean that there is something particular about their glow.”
― Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead