The Lamb Quotes

“I wondered if we were born with something broken inside us. Maybe it was in the deepest marrow of our bones, some place we couldn't see or touch. Maybe that's why we couldn't love each other the way we were supposed to.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Nature was beautiful. But we did such a good job of making it ugly.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Men are forever thought of as boys. But girls? Once we’re mamas or once we’re ripe, we can never be girls again. Not in their eyes. But we are always girls and daughters, underneath. Always.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“You were supposed to be a promise of happiness, but you've eaten me alive.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“She carried something terrible with her. She kept her grief subdued and quiet – so much so, it had begun to rot.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“He loved the idea of me before he peeled back all the layers.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I’ve never understood why mamas are expected to be perfect,’ she said. ‘Men are forever thought of as boys. But girls? Once we’re mamas or once we’re ripe, we can never be girls again. Not in their eyes. But we are always girls and daughters, underneath. Always.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I wondered if this was what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“On my fourth birthday, I plucked six severed fingers from the shower drain.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Years feel longer when you aren’t loved the way you want to be. Or the way you’re supposed to be.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“The devil looks as ordinary as you and me.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I wondered why we couldn’t fit together like other mamas and their kits. I wondered if we were born with something broken inside us. Maybe it was in the deepest marrow of our bones, some place we couldn’t see or touch. Maybe that’s why we couldn’t love each other the way we were supposed to.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“On my fourth birthday”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“And Mama was in love. Desperately in love. But she wasn’t in love with me. And I don’t think I was in love with her either.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I wondered if we were born with something broken inside us. Maybe it was in the deepest marrow of our bones, some place we couldn't see or touch. Maybe that's why we couldn't love each other the way we were supposed to.
p. 301”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“We all need different sorts of love to make us feel whole.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I feel as though we've known each other longer than our hearts have beaten.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“We can be different for a while but we'll never change what is true in our bones and brains.
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― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Mama didn’t feed me from breast or bottle. She gave me blood.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I watched Mama and Eden, wondering if Abbie and I would hold each other like that one day, middle-aged and hungry and drinking wine like grown-ups.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“It’s impossible to truly know someone who hides so much of themselves and consumes so much of others.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Sitting at my desk, a lump formed in my throat, contracting until tears perched at the edges of my eyes. Each drop fell into my workbook and smudged my graphite scribbles. Now my words bled over the lines.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“We can’t save each other. Not really,’ Eden said, pinching my shoulder with her fingers. ‘What people don’t know, Little One, is that the most dreadful things happen out in the open while the sun shines bright up in the sky and no one can do a thing about it. Those who watch don’t care and pretend they don’t see. They burrow and forget.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“She looked the way I imagined women had looked thousands of years ago, without airs and graces and preconceptions. She was just a person, held up by bone. ‘The storm hasn’t cleared yet,’ Mama”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I closed my eyes. And I swallowed the small piece of her I’d taken. Now a piece of Abbie was with her papa.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I’d seen the look on her face before. No”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I made a quiet wish that she’d forget about her papa”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I didn’t want to carry a child!’ Mama shouted. ‘I never wanted to be a mama. I just wanted to be a person. None of this was supposed to happen.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Did you love your papa?’ I asked. Her fingers dropped to her plate and fiddled with the bone. It moved between her fingers, which were greasy and smudged with oil from eating with her hands. ‘No. But he didn’t love me either. It is such a lie that we have to love our own blood.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“My portion was smaller. But the slice of meat was fattier. I knew it would have a bit of chew to it. It would be gamier than the other slices. I wondered which part of the gamekeeper’s leg it belonged to. I imagined it was somewhere near his front pocket.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb