Jennifer

“Telling someone who is manic that she's manic is like telling a dictator that he's a dick. Neither is going to admit it, and both are willing to torture you to prove their points.”
― Melody Moezzi, Haldol and Hyacinths: A Bipolar Life

“But every town had been promising. Every place at first had said, Here you go- You can live here. You can rest here. You can fit. The enormous skies of the Southwest, the shadows that fell over the desert mountains, the innumerable cacti- red-tipped, or yellow-blossomed, or flat-headed- all this had lightened him when he first moved...
...But as with them all, the same hopeful differences--...-- they all became places that sooner or later, one way or another, assured him that he didn't, in fact, fit.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge

“What frightened her the most was the moment of those first notes, because that was when people really listened: She was changing the atmosphere in the room.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge

“There were days - she could remember this - when Henry would hold her hand as they walked home, middle-aged people, in their prime. Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. But she had that memory now, of something healthy and pure.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge