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“But he loved her in the same way he loves his mother, with naivety and a selective blindness.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love

“He was a lot like my father, my ex. They so often are. We choose these men, I'm told, because the pain they cause is familiar and therefore comfortable. How sad is that?”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love

“But knowing something and believing are two very different things.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love

“In the days that followed I thought about grief; how nothing and nobody can prepare you for it. People tell you their stories but until you experience it for yourself you can't possibly understand. There's no going around it. Or under or over it. You've got to go through it. It will hit you in waves so enormous that the you are smacked against the shore. It will fabric of your life, so that everything you do is stained by it; every moment, good or bad, is steeped in sadness for a while. Even the nice moments, the achievements and successes, are permeate very tinged with the knowledge that someone something is missing. And the first time that you smile or laugh, you catch yourself, because happiness feels so unfamiliar.”
― Hazel Hayes, Out of Love