Where Broken Wings Fly Quotes

“Maybe, I’m allowed to mourn. It’s okay to embrace the pain that brings, as long as I remember to come back to life when the time for grieving is done. I have to live.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“I want to live too. You guys make me want to keep going.” “Then I’ll kiss you every day to remind you of that.” “I think… I’d like that.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“You’re human,” he whispers. “Being human doesn’t make sense.” “What do you mean?” “We mourn things that don’t exist and chase dreams that will never materialise. We cry when we’re happy and laugh when we’re sad. Our whole existence is imperfect.” “That makes us sound ridiculous.” The corners of his mouth crinkle into a wry smile. “Basically.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“Something inside of her calls out to me—dragging the despair from my soul and offering to dance.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“Drugging kids isn’t good parenting.” Killian’s eyes narrow. “Good thing I’m not her father then, isn’t it?”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“We simply prefer to keep to ourselves up on the mountain, but most locals think we’re fucking satanists or some shit like that. In reality, we just like to be left alone.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know that to love is to be whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close.” - Caleb Azumah Nelson”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“It’s okay to embrace the pain that brings, as long as I remember to come back to life when the time for grieving is done. I have to live.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly

“There’s something about the way that Willow wraps her pain around herself, forming an almost-visible armour to keep the world at bay. She looks like a fallen angel, all broken dreams and pain, wrapped into a shell of bittersweet beauty.”
― J. Rose, Where Broken Wings Fly