Daisy Darker

by Alice Feeney

A mother’s least favourite child always knows that’s what they are.

I think knowing you might die sooner rather than later does make a person live life differently.

The invisible shipwrecks of my life are scattered all over this secluded bay with its infamous black sand. They are a sad reminder of all the journeys I was too scared to make.

The lies we tell for love are the lightest shade of white.

Sometimes love and hate get tangled, and there is no way to unpick the knot of feelings we feel.

Childhood is a race to find out who you really are, before you become the person you are going to be. Not everybody wins.

I never leave me alone with myself for too long; I can’t be trusted.

Doesn’t everyone wonder who they might have been if they weren’t who they were?

The dead often seem to know more about living than those still alive.

‘There are much cleverer ways to end a person than killing them.’

You can’t make someone fall in love with you.

‘Everyone you know is both good and bad, it’s part of being human.’

There is so much that we don’t know we don’t know.

There are things we all should know better, but being human means you can never know it all.

Sometimes the things that make one person sad are the same things that can make another person happy.

Life is a performance, and we don’t all like the scripts we’re given; sometimes it’s best to write your own.

‘When you love someone, you can’t just turn it off, there isn’t a switch. Even if you hate someone that you once loved, there is still a little bit of love there. Love is like the soil that hate needs in order to grow. I think it’s rare in relationships to have one without the other.’

Sometimes we love monsters without knowing that’s what they are.