Caelin

“When I was visiting her a few years ago she hugged me and said, ‘Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.’

And now she’s dead and I have that feeling all the time, no matter where I stand.”
― Lily King, Writers & Lovers

“She’d always liked that she could read him so plainly, while everyone else was such a chore to interpret. She was constantly behaving like a person who didn’t actually speak English—listening, translating, thinking, then translating again to try to say something back in a language the other person understood. Exhausting. More often than not she disregarded the effort altogether, just as she did now.”
― Olivie Blake, Gifted & Talented

“I look into my eyes, but they aren’t really mine, not the eyes I used to have. They’re the eyes of someone very tired and very sad, and once I see them I feel even sadder and then I see that sadness, that compassion, for the sadness in my eyes, and I see the water rising in them. I’m both the sad person and the person wanting to comfort the sad person. And then I feel sad for that person who has so much compassion because she’s clearly been through the same thing, too. And the cycle keeps repeating”
― Lily King

“People are mostly very easy to love,” he said. “I don’t find it difficult.”
“Even me?” She wondered if she even wanted to hear that answer.
“Oh, Meredith, it is so fucking easy to love you. The hard stuff with you is the being loved part.”
― Olivie Blake, Gifted & Talented