Libby

“I spend so much time trying to outrun who I once was that I sometimes throw away the notion that there are pieces of me worth salvaging. Like the part of me that always pauses for a sunset. The part that watches fireworks, lips parted in awe. The part that walks the shoreline and collects shells for my mother. The part that tries to catch soapy bubbles on my fingertips. The part that hasn't eaten meat in years, but still thinks of my childhood home whenever I smell bacon.”
― Alicia Cook, Sorry I Haven't Texted You Back

“Intellectually, I knew her criticisms of my body said more about her than they did about me; I knew they reflected the wider cultural values we’d both been steeped in all our lives that equated thinness with female beauty and, indeed, value. But they cut me to the core anyway. They heightened my sense of loss and longing for my mom, which was particularly acute in the years when I was becoming a mother myself. She would’ve said I was beautiful. She would’ve commiserated and assured me I was doing great. She would’ve told me everything was going to be okay, regardless of my weight. She would’ve been everything that Joan was not.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Two Women Walk into a Bar

“I hope there is something beautiful in the horizon that's just as impatient as I am.”
― Rudy Fransisco

“The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping