Danny Kearl

“When Madeline stands and says she’s going to grab Lucy from school, hours have passed, and I can’t help but think about how today is the best day I’ve had in a long, long time.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“I meant you. To feel like I’m living and not just surviving. I didn’t know if my heart could take losing my mom. There were so many days where I pretended I was okay. Where I’d smile and laugh at practice with the guys then come home and cry myself to sleep because I was so fucking sad. I haven’t been sad since meeting you, though. You’ve… you’ve poured love into the cracks I’ve tried so hard to fill myself, and I think I’m finally whole again.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Madeline lifts her chin. “You noticed that?” “I notice a lot of things.” “Oh.” She’s quiet for a minute, working the needle through the fabric again. “No one’s done that in a long time.” “Done what?” “Noticed the little things.” She shrugs, still hyperfocused on that damn needle and thread. “There’s nothing special about me.” I frown. She’s not wrong about many things, but she’s wrong about that. Madeline Galloway is special, and I’m sad she’s been led to think otherwise. “Agree to disagree,” I say, and her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink.”
― Chelsea Curto, Slap Shot

“Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now.”
― Sarina Bowen, Us