Danielle

“She was good at getting girls to fall in love with her. She couldn’t really love them back though. Like her dolls, they were all interchangeable. And loving everyone is the same thing as loving nobody at all.”
― Heather O'Neill, When We Lost Our Heads

“She thought that might have been joy, or something like it. Something that feels sad as much as it feels like love.”
― Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep

“Grief plays tricks on you that way—a familiar whiff of cologne or a potential sighting of your person in a crowd, and all the knots you’ve tied inside yourself to manage the pain of losing them suddenly unravel.”
― Mikki Brammer, The Collected Regrets of Clover

“Seasons of good, and bad, and totally fine. Sleepwalking. Routine-making. Life passing like cars. Smells of petrol and bleach and instant coffee. Chest pain, fresh tulips, calories burned and units consumed and late-night noodles out of a pot. Good sex; bad sex. Rude waiters, and crying women, and long phone calls with relatives that expect it but have nothing to say, talk only about the washing, the neighbors, the things outside the window. They do not think of each other. Often. They do not.”
― Claire Daverley, Talking at Night