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“Some of the writers we studied were dark and depressed... but at least it was their depression and not mine; I could close the book whenever I wanted and leave it there between the pages.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love

“Grief feels like this: an okay day and a good day and an okay day then a bad. Bad that follows and empties you. Bad like a sinkhole. ° ° ° ° ° It feels like an unrelenting urge to lay your head down on the table, wherever you are, whomever you are with. ° ° ° ° ° It feels like a night of vivid dreams, and when you wake, all day you hold one dream close because in it everything was back to how it once was.”
― Helena Fox, How It Feels to Float

“I wouldn’t listen. I wanted everything to stay as it was. I was more afraid of the truth than the lie. The truth would change the circumstances of my life. The lie was static. The lie was peaceful. I was happy with the lie.”
― Liz Moore, Long Bright River

“The things we think we’re hiding from people, we’re only really hiding from ourselves.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love