Daisy Calloway Quotes

“My hothouse flower that I will always keep alive”
― Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

“What’s the point of speaking up when no one hears you?”

It broke my heart.

I stepped closer to her. “The fucking point is for people to understand that you have opinions, that your voice counts, and if they don’t hear you then yell louder”
― Krista Ritchie, Long Way Down

“She blames herself. I hurt from knowing that I hurt her. Even when we know all of these other people are to blame. My friends. The media. Not her. Not me.

I can’t help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lily is quiet for a moment before she says, “I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”

I do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.

I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won’t crumble beneath the pain?

She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.”
― Becca Ritchie & Kristia Ritchie, Long Way Down

“So I pointed at the sun ascending in the horizon. Just as the darkened sky began to lighten. "Keep your eyes there."
Her green ones flickered to me before following my finger. Her pulse picked up speed. "And what happens when it disappears?"
I would've loved to tell her that it never would. That no matter where we were the sun would always be present. But it wouldn't have been true.
The only thing we could count on was that the sun would rise again.
"Wait for it to return," I told her.
She gave me the saddest smile I'd ever fucking seen. "That's an awfully long time."
For some people, I knew a minute could seem like an infinity. So maybe one night seemed like forever to Daisy.
"Hey, Calloway," I said softly, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, one that escaped her pony.
"Hey," she whispered back.
"You ready to feel your fucking heart burst out of your chest?"
Her features illuminated tenfold. And she said quietly, "Yes.”
― Krista Ritchie, Long Way Down