Jenna Bookish > Jenna's Quotes

“On the day I turn seventeen, there is a meeting to decide whether I should have the baby or if sneaking me to a clinic for an abortion is worth the PR risk. I am not invited, which is just as well, since my being there might imply that I have some choice in the matter and I know that I have none.”
― Meghan MacLean Weir, The Book of Essie

“How sad was it that grief had a shelf life, he thought. It’s only fresh and raw for so long before it begins to spoil. And soon enough, it would be replaced by a newer, brighter heartache - the old one discarded and eventually forgotten. ”
― T. Greenwood, Rust & Stardust

“Is that what love is? Discovering a missing jigsaw piece and finding that it fits? Are we all born incomplete, compelled to search for the lost bits of us? ”
― Charlie Laidlaw, The Things We Learn When We're Dead

“I wonder what the other women do. How they cope. Do they still find something to enjoy? Do they love their husbands in the same way? Do they hate them, just a little bit?”
― christina dalcher

“My mother has always told me that I have more opportunities, as a woman of my generation, than she ever had. She made it seem like I had an obligation to use them how she would have.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Evidence of the Affair

“It was infuriating how many people got things wrong about you when you were a teenage girl, but as she had learned to do, Katie took her anger and made it into something else.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?”
― Stuart Turton, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

“Most of us understand that your future is not promised to you. It is constructed day by day, through the choices you make. Your future is earned, little by little, through hard work and action. If you don't act accordingly, that dream dissolves.
If punishment is based on potential, privileged people will be given lighter sentences.”
― Chanel Miller, Know My Name

“There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing