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“Grief was a hole. A portal to nothing. Grief was a walk so long Hazel forgot her own legs. It was a shock of blinding sun. A burst of remembering: sandals on pavement, a sleepy back seat, nails painted on the bathroom floor. Greif was a loneliness that felt like a planet.”
― Danya Kukafka, Notes on an Execution

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“As we all have an infinite capacity to make mistakes, we all have an infinite capacity for forgiveness.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“There is a gaping hole perhaps for all of us, where our mother does not match up with “mother” as we believe it’s meant to mean and all it’s meant to give us. What I cannot tell her is all that I would tell her if I could find a way to not still be sad and angry about that.”
― Michele Filgate, What My Mother and I Don't Talk About: Fifteen Writers Break the Silence