Dawn

“Will,
Thank you for taking on the role of father to my little boy.
Thank you for loving my daughter as much as I love her.
But most of all, thank you in advance for being the best father I could ever hope for a grandchild of mine to have. Because I know without a doubt that you will be.
Congratulations,
Julia”
― Colleen Hoover, This Girl

“Una de las cosas que me gusta de los libros es que son capaces de definir y condensar ciertas porciones de la vida de un personaje en capítulos. Es interesante, porque no se puede hacer eso en la vida real. No se puede terminar un capítulo y entonces saltar las cosas que no quieres vivir, sólo para abrir otro capítulo que se adapte mejor a tu estado de ánimo. La vida no puede dividirse en capítulos... solamente minutos. Los acontecimientos de tu vida están ligados a un minuto después de otro sin ningún tipo de lapso de tiempo o páginas en blanco o saltos de capítulos, porque no importa lo que pase, la vida sigue adelante y las palabras siguen fluyendo y las verdades son escupidas te guste o no, y nunca la vida te permitirá hacer una pausa y recuperar el jodido aliento.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“I wish I could explain how I feel, but nothing can explain this moment. Not a vase of stars. Not a book. Not a song. Not even a poem. Nothing can explain the moment when the woman you would give your life for sees her daughter for the very first time.

Tears are streaming down her face. She’s stroking our baby girl’s cheek, smiling.
Crying.

Laughing.
“I don’t want to count her fingers or toes,” Lake whispers. “I don’t care if she has two toes or three fingers or fifty feet. I love her so much, Will. She’s perfect.”
She is perfect. So perfect. “Just like her mom,” I say.
I lean my head against Lake’s and we just stare. We stare at the daughter who is so much more than I could have asked for. The daughter who is so much more than I dreamt of. So much more than I ever thought I would have. This girl. This baby girl is my life. Her mother is my life. These girls are both my life.
I reach down and pick up her hand. Her tiny fingers reflexively wrap around my pinky and I can’t choke back my tears any longer. “Hey, Julia. It’s me. It’s your daddy.”
― Colleen Hoover, This Girl

“I'de like to show you every last shred of the desire I have for you, and make you mine complety. But you can't come back from that place, Beth, and I couldn't bear to take you there and then lose you.”
― Sadie Matthews, Fire After Dark