Something in the Walls Quotes

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― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“Do you know what the word ‘tricoteuse’ means?” She shakes her head. “It’s French. It means ‘knitter.’ Historically, it was used to describe the women who would sit beside the guillotine and knit to keep their hands busy while heads rolled during the Revolution.” “Urgh.” Alice pulls a face. “Why?” “For many reasons, but mostly for sport. They would often sit so close they would get splattered with the blood of whichever unfortunate aristocrats had met the blade.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“Sometimes I wonder how our many-chambered hearts can stand the loss all these years, why it doesn’t simply stop beating. I wonder how the grief can still twist inside you like a stitch in your side when you least expect it.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“a flicker of movement catches my eye. My heart ratchets up, throat tight. My head turns toward the fireplace where I could have sworn a clutch of pale fingers has quickly withdrawn into the black throat of the chimney; nails dirty and rimed with soot, skin limpid and gray. My pulse ticks at the back of my eyeballs, my breath fish-hooked in my throat. There is nothing there. No. No. I’m tired. My mind is playing tricks on me. Still, though. Still. It’s as if my synapses have been deadened and cauterized. I stare at the fireplace and when Alice turns her head stiffly and looks at me I wonder if she knows just how frightened I am. “Did you see her, Mina?” she whispers. “No,” I say. “I didn’t see a thing.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“We choose how much power we give others over us, Alice. Right now, you're handing over all the power to nothing more than broken glass and bad intentions.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“I wonder what it must be like to watch the person you've spent your life with - your love, your comfort - fading away. It must be a soft pain, slowly blooming. Flowers and thorns.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls

“The idea that grief gets heavier the longer you carry it alone is one that has helped me.”
― Daisy Pearce, Something in the Walls