Harvest Season Quotes

“One day of your life need not define you. Your future is what you grow from its ash.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“HAVING A SERIAL KILLER FOR a boyfriend comes with many benefits.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“I stumble toward the holy grail summoning me downstairs. Coffee.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“Fuck my life.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“I’m afraid of losing those memories. I’m afraid that I failed, that I didn’t do enough to protect innocent people, because I couldn’t find La Plume. I’m afraid that I’m becoming dangerous too. I’m afraid of losing myself every single day.” He lays a warm palm over the streaks of tears on my cheek. His lips thin to a taut line as he tries to control the shine gathering in his eyes. “I was afraid of loving another daughter when I’d already had one taken from me. I am afraid of forgetting you, my Harper.” I grip onto Arthur’s upper arms. I can feel the bone. There’s hardly any muscle left there at all. I’ve seen the photos of Arthur when he was young. A lean, strong, force of a man. I can’t stop the slow, merciless march of time. But I do make a promise I know I can keep. “If you do forget me someday, I’ll remind you. And I’ll never forget you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“And if I say ‘I need you,’” she says, meeting my gaze in the reflection, “that leaves me vulnerable, with something to lose. I’m not strong enough to make you leave, and not brave enough to ask you to stay. So maybe the things I need are things I shouldn’t have.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“I was afraid of loving another daughter when I’d already had one taken from me. I am afraid of forgetting you, my Harper.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“But the warmth, the need, the smallest words to the biggest declarations—these simple breaths of time make a life more than just existence.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“The only thing that sells better than tits is death. At least around here.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“He grumbles about his precious Red Tide and hemorrhaging and how it’s meant to be “a dramatic catapult into the afterlife, not a fart into the grave,” or some shit.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“Time grinds to a halt. When I open my eyes”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“He fucks me like he hates me. But with every touch, every caress, every strained whisper of my name, I know he loves me.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season

“For those of you who knew there would probably be more eyeball shit, and yet you still came back. This one’s for you . . .”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season