Emily Smith

“In the rare hopeful hour, I tell myself this darkness has a purpose: to help me recognize light if I ever find it again.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“This is a magical place,” I said. “Everything shines here.” “You must stop yourself from thinking like that,” Dr. Kerry said, his voice raised. “You are not fool’s gold, shining only under a particular light. Whomever you become, whatever you make yourself into, that is who you always were. It was always in you. Not in Cambridge. In you. You are gold. And returning to BYU, or even to that mountain you came from, will not change who you are. It may change how others see you, it may even change how you see yourself—even gold appears dull in some lighting—but that is the illusion. And it always was.”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“What a mistake I made, letting you go. In the rare hopeful hour, I tell myself this darkness has a purpose: to help me recognize light if I ever find it again. In the plethora of dismal times, I will never forgive myself for leaving you, alone.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“Wren,” he said.
“Yes. Again.”
“Wren.”
“Again.”
“Wren.”
“Again—
Again—
Again—
Again!
Don’t you remember who we are?”
“I haven’t forgotten a thing.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart