The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance Quotes

“Don't you dare give up on me.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“We do crazy shit because we're broken.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“Blood family, that’s something we get dealt. Sometimes we get a bad hand. Not much way around it. You just have to grow up and get more family. The kind you get to pick out yourself.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I don't think you feel much of anything anymore.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“It's a hard thing to explain, but in some ways if you're broken, you're always broken. In some ways. It's like the difference between a china mug that's lying in pieces on your floor or one that's been carefully glued back together: it might not look as pretty as a brand-new one, and you might have to be a little more careful with it, but at least you can drink out of it. It works.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I said, “You know, Pat, you're more like my mother than my mother is.” She said, “Well, it works like that sometimes. Blood family, that's something we get dealt. Sometimes we get a bad hand. Not much way around it. You just have to grow up and get more family. The kind you get to pick out yourself.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I watched her back and thought, Is that how you make a friend? They just sort of come up and attach themselves to you, and then there you are? It had been so long since I'd made a new friend, I really didn't remember.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“Then he said, “I just sort of finally got used to the idea that you didn't like me much.” “No, I do. It just takes me a long time, sometimes. To figure out how I feel about something.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I almost said I was never mad, I just sort of didn't care. But I didn't say it, because I started to know that it probably wasn't true. I was probably plenty mad without really knowing. And I probably did care. It takes me a long time, sometimes, to figure out how something is supposed to feel.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“Now how the hell am I supposed to make amends to myself?” “Don't hurt yourself anymore.” It was like someone opened up the curtains and let light into the room, and all of a sudden I could see it was daylight, and had been all this time.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“What if I woke up and something had fixed me, made me whole again? Made me so I didn't even want to do crazy shit? Who would I be? I sure as hell wouldn't be me. But I didn't know how to explain all that”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I wondered how things had gotten so complicated. But as far as I could remember, they always had been. I couldn't remember when life had ever been any easier than this.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“All of a sudden I had this thought about perspective. But I'm not sure how to say it so it makes sense. Like, what if there was a farmer in the field and I could talk to him somehow, like by cell phone. And I said the fence posts were racing by and he said no, they were standing still. Wouldn't that be a stupid thing to argue about? But we do that all the time, argue with each other about what things are or what we think we see, and maybe that's the problem all along. Like we're not standing in the same place, or at least we're not moving at the same speed, so maybe it's all about perspective. I'm probably not explaining it right at all. I just decided that life was like a farmer standing in a field and a kid racing down the road on a Kawasaki, arguing about whether the fence posts are rushing by or standing still. Each thinking the other is crazy or blind or both, neither willing to give up until the other sees the light.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

“I don't read you.” I guess I didn't really expect him to. Because I'd never told him the beginning of the conversation. I hoped that didn't mean I was getting to be more like my mom.”
― Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance