Brittany

“cannot stop worrying that the kids might be late for school”
― John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed

“But these days … she didn’t know what she needed. What she wanted. If she felt like admitting it, she actually didn’t have the faintest clue who the hell she was anymore. All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Grief is like a deep, dark hole. It calls like a siren: Come to me, lose yourself here. And you fight it and you fight it and you fight it, but when you finally do succumb and jump down into it, you can’t quite believe how deep it is. It feels as if this is how you will live for the rest of your life, falling. Terrified and devastated, until you yourself die. But that is the mirage. That is grief’s dizzying spell. The fall isn’t never-ending. It does have a ground floor.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Carrie Soto Is Back

“I make it a policy never to believe more than a third of what men tell me,”
― Kate Quinn, The Briar Club