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“But in the morning, her anger had lost its edges. It had morphed into sorrow. She was now overtaken by the dull ache of grief, expansive and tender like a whole-body bruise.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising

“You imagine a world where the two of you can go out to dinner together on a Saturday night and no one thinks twice about it. It makes you want to cry, the simplicity of it, the smallness of it. You have worked so hard for a life so grand. And now all you want are the smallest freedoms. The daily peace of loving plainly.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“She lies there, bleeding into the sky, until the sky starts to bleed red with morning.”
― Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky

“She tries to pronounce this in a way that communicates several things: apology, painful embarrassment, some additional feigned embarrassment that serves to ironise and dilute the painful kind, a sense that she knows she will be forgiven or is already, a desire not to ‘make a big deal’.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People