Cassidy

“Soline flicked through the hangers with military efficiency, pausing now and then to study a collar or a sleeve, clucking and tsking as she went. Finally, she pivoted to look at Rory. “A nightmare,” she pronounced flatly. “Aren’t they hideous?” “On the contrary. They’re quite lovely. Your mother has exquisite taste.” “I thought you said they were a nightmare.” “Oui. For you, they are a nightmare. I see why you haven’t worn most of them. These clothes are meant for une femme menue—a petite woman. You are not petite.” “Yes,” Rory said, ducking her head. “I’m aware.” “It’s not meant as a criticism, chérie. Only the truth. And when it comes to clothes, we must always tell ourselves the truth.”
― Barbara Davis, The Keeper of Happy Endings

“was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.”
― Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane

“Because once you become a parent, you learn that love can involve more fear than you had ever imagined, and you never quite look on the world in the same way again.”
― Teresa Driscoll, I Am Watching You

“happy. Look at the ocean and smile. Inhale the scent and celebrate. Remember me. Remember that I was never sad for more than a day, rarely for more than an hour. Remember the amazing times we had and what a goofball I was. Remember that I was scared of anything with more than four legs but fearless of adventure. Remember. Carry me inside you as a light that brightens your world and makes everything better. I don’t want to be a void, a hole, a shadow. REMEMBER ME!”
― Suzanne Redfearn, In an Instant