Monet Rose

“For the rest of my life there would be a splinter in my being, stinging from the moment my mother died until it was buried with me.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“Could love be giving your own solitude to another? Because that's the ultimate thing you can give of yourself.”
― Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures

“I came to realize that while I struggled to be good, I could excel at being courageous.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“The night that wouldn't, and wouldn't, and wouldn't come, that was impossible. And her love that now was impossible—that was dry the way the fever of someone who doesn't sweat was love without opium or morphine. And "I love you" was a splinter you couldn't remove with tweezers. A splinter buried in the toughest part of the sole of your foot.”
― Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures