A Thousand Broken Pieces (A Thousand Boy Kisses #2)

by Tillie Cole

“I have come to understand that death, for the sick, is not so hard to endure. For us, eventually our pain ends, we go to a better place. But for those left behind, their pain only magnifies.” Poppy, A Thousand Boy Kisses

“But the thing I’ve found hardest since we lost Poppy…” I held my breath, waiting for what she would say. Ida’s shoulders dropped and she whispered, “Was that awful day… I lost you too.”

Poppy, please, if you can hear me. Help me. Please, just one last time. Help me get through this. Help me learn how to live without you. Help me be okay.

A loved one’s death wasn’t a onetime thing that you had to endure. It was an endless cycle. A cruel Groundhog Day that burned away at your heart and soul until there was nothing left but scorched flesh where they once had been.

“I wandered lonely as a cloud…”

“Some people are only in our lives for a short time, but the mark they leave on us is a cherished tattoo.”

Because you are so lovable, my beautiful sister. I should know, because I love you so impossibly hard. We are nothing without love. So please…just…let it in.

I was convinced that two hands had never fit together so perfectly.

I walked beside her, I was quickly becoming aware that I’d follow this girl anywhere. She was the miracle I never saw coming.

“depression, for some, can be so difficult to live with that it is a terminal illness.”

Depression, for some, can be so difficult to live with that it is a terminal illness…”

“Depression is a sickness that eats away at all happiness and light until there is nothing left but hopelessness and despair. Like cancer ravishes the body, depression ravishes the mind, the soul, the spirit. It’s a silent killer, stealing life away gradually, moment by moment, extinguishing all light from the soul.”