More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The best types of human beings were the ones who shut up. Or at least the ones who didn’t try to talk to me.
People’s hearts didn’t harden by choice. They hardened due to traumatic inflictions of pain caused by others.
“Should I be worried about you, Coach?” “No. I’m the strong one, remember? No one worries about the strong one. The strong one worries about everyone else. We take care of others. We don’t get taken care of.”
“Go where you’re loved, baby girl, and never stay a second longer when the love is removed.”
“If you ever need to pour out your heart again, please pour it onto me.”
Because that was how our two hearts worked—when hers broke, mine shattered.
‘Grief is just love with no place to go.’
I didn’t know falling in love was a repeated action. I used to think it happened once and then it was locked in. But it was clear to me now that the falling never ceased. I was in a free fall, tumbling down more and more for the woman in front of me.
