Becky :)!

“It was like he wanted to be anywhere but with me, and since all I needed was some comfort and his company, his absence only made me feel worse. Unfortunately, me being worse made him want to be with me less, so around and around we went, not knowing which was the chicken or which was the egg or whether it even mattered anymore.”
― Hazel hayes, Out of Love

“it's a beautiful idea: books as our seaways and railways, our trails and tracks, carrying us with them on a journey of recovery”
― Gavin Francis, Recovery: The Lost Art of Convalescence

“Watch it again in a few years and I guarantee your perspective will change.’ ‘But the story won’t change.’ ‘It doesn’t have to,’ I say, ‘because you will.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love

“I sometimes wonder if it’s possible for a person to inherit a set of habits, a connection to a place, or a propensity towards loving bad men, like the ability to roll one’s tongue. I wonder if my father made me the way I am, or if my mother did, or if he’s to blame for how she is too. And if so, who’s to blame for him? I wonder if we’re all just the product of our parents’ fears and failings, and their parents before them. I wonder how far back the cycle goes, whether I’m predisposed to being mentally ill, whether I have any choice in how my life unfolds, or the person that I’m destined to be. You could go mad trying to figure it out.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love