Jess

“Mom was right—grief was a love song in reverse. The notes were still there, but they sounded a little different.”
― Ashley Poston, Sounds Like Love

“Hers was tougher than tough love. It was brutal, industrial-strength. A sinewy love that never gave way to an inch of weakness. It was a love that saw what was best for you ten steps ahead, and didn't care if it hurt like hell in the meantime. When I got hurt, she felt it so deeply, it was as though it were her own affliction. She was guilty only of caring too much. I realize this now, only in retrospect. No one in this would would ever love me as much as my mother, and she would never let me forget it.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“She looked like the nostalgia that settles in your ribs at the end of a story you have never read, yet nevertheless know.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“We used to hear the stars, too. When people stopped talking, there was silence. Now you could shut every mouth on the planet and there’d still be a hum. Air-conditioning groaning from the vent beside you. Semi trucks hissing on a highway miles away. A plane complaining ten thousand feet above you.

Silence is an extinct word.

It bothers you, doesn’t it?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk