Carley

“Nadia," she says, very softly. I lean forward, straining to hear. Her expression has changed, drawn, as if in pain. "She's gone," she whispers. "The bed is empty."
"Who, Mother?"
"Nadia," she says again. "Her book is wrong. It's not Nadia's book." I know Mother. But it was only ever the book that was wrong. Not the daughter. Never the daughter.”
― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting

“But today I realized that pain and love have a balance. I can feel so much of one only because I feel so much of the other.”
― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting

“We are made of our memories.”
― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting

“Love can be exploited, I guess, used to manipulate. It's leverage. But I would never call loving someone else a weakness. I think living without love at all, any kind of love, is weakness. And the worst kind of darkness.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm