The Secret Hum of a Daisy Quotes

“Sometimes you see what you want to see because it fits the picture you already have in your head. It's hard to let go of those old pictures and see things as they are" -Mrs. Greene”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“You can do it. You are brave and you are loved.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Sometimes we lose pieces of who we are in times of great sorrow and distress. And then we have to find a way to get them back.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“I think there's a moment in a long stream of moments when you first know someone, and you are finding your way around their quirks, kinks, and general person-ness, that they go from being a new person to a friend.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“You can do this. You are brave and wise. You are loved.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Mama had used spoons in all of her birds, claiming that a spoon was the utensil for comfort. She said it brought you soup on a cold day and stirred honey in your tea. Without spoons we couldn't eat pudding or ice cream, and you could never hang a fork from your nose or ears" -Grace/Mama”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“I realized no matter how great she looked, that wasn’t what she saw in the mirror, so I’d forgive her until the next time I got too annoyed to keep it to myself.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Sometimes we lost pieces of who we are in times of great sorrow and distress. And then we have to find a way to get them back" -Margery”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“She'd told me that daisies spoke in a kind of song, a secret humming that birds could feel in their hollow bones, drawing them close" -Grace/Mama”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Daddy didn't shy away from the sadness in things the way Mama did, and that's when I understood there were two kinds of beauty. One you recognized with your eye, like watching a new horse be born, and one you recognized with some deep place inside yourself that was hurting.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“It's about reminding myself that I've been lost before, and found a way through it.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Mama had always said that art was about letting yourself fly. But maybe that was just one way. Sometimes it took digging down deep and planting roots.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“To me, the poem was about possibility. It was about the secret hum of a daisy.
The secret hum of home.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“A solitary bird, hollow it flew
Through a haze of months marked by the moon
Come to a meadow, shiny with dew
Where hollow bones sang, and deep inside grew
The secret hum of a daisy in June”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Home is in your hands, Grace. Sometimes you have to make a place for yourself" -Mrs. Greene”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Just like the pieces of Mama's cranes, each of us was a piece in her life, and her death. But maybe that's how it was with everything. If you were going to let yourself be connected to people, you had to be willing to take chances" -Grace”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“You will go your whole life, Gracie May, and every single person in it will fail you in one way or another. It's all about the repair. It's all about letting yourself change those pictures" -Mrs. Greene”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Sometimes being a mother makes you blind. You think you know what's best and refuse to see any other way.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Home is in your hands, sometimes you have to make a place for yourself.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Mama had used spoons in all of her birds, claiming that a spoon was the utensil of comfort. She said it brought you soup on a cold day and stirred honey in your tea. Without spoons we couldn’t eat pudding or ice cream, and you could never hang a fork from your nose or ears.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“Mama offered to let me tuck my words into the bird she was working on. But I wanted to keep them. They were mine. I wrote down more words that day, and most days since. That was how I saved myself.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“She’d been building junk-art birds, mostly cranes, since before I was born. Making those birds was a cross between pure love and a nervous habit, the way some might do crossword puzzles or needlepoint. She sold them in the restaurants where she worked or at small flea markets and coffee shops for a little extra money. I thought they were the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen and always felt a twinge when they flew away to their forever home, wishing we’d find ours.”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy

“...I thought maybe heaven wasn't only in the great big sky with comfy furniture and fireplaces. I figured it lived in small places too, like a bowl of good soup or the folds of an origami crane" -Grace”
― Tracy Holczer, The Secret Hum of a Daisy