Eleanor Quotes
Eleanor
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Eleanor Quotes
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“This is how the darkness is. It knows nothing else. It fills crevices, pushing into the finest, narrowest corners, ascribing no meaning to the events that it carries, but birthing and then swallowing them again as they expire.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“There should be someone in the world who loves you despite you,” she whispers to her mother.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“benches—she was possessive of her mornings, of the quiet before her day became a thing owned by other people—but”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“There are so many demons. Agnes tips the bottle back and her eyes flutter closed, and she swallows, and swallows again, and the burn of it tells her it will be okay, that everything will be just fine, because the burn is always followed by the dark, and the dark is followed by— Peace. Or something very much like it. She drinks, and eventually her grip loosens on the bottle, and she slips into that dark where Esmerelda, where Eleanor, where nobody else is permitted.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“a well of beauty tucked away inside the girl, masked by drawn expressions and tired shoulders. She carries unseen weights.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“And it is miserable to think that this is what adulthood is like: two people, cowering behind their grief, lashing out at each other like injured animals.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“She cannot relax. The world around her is a living, breathing metaphor. The boat is her mother’s frail body, groaning under Eleanor’s weight. The sea is the poison that waits below, ready to consume her when she stumbles. The island is death, and she carves a resolute path—“a straight shot,” as Jack said—to death’s very door. Eleanor”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“Her mother will die, but it will not be because death has found her mother. It will be because her mother dared death to come visit.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“He puts his palm on her cheek, the first time he has touched her tenderly in years. The warmth is fading from her skin. He can feel it going. He thinks that some of it might enter him, that she will carry on, a part of him.”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
“herself from the rains. But through the raw and broken trees she could see the valley, faint beneath a gelatinous fog. She’s all but certain that she’s falling toward the very same”
― Eleanor
― Eleanor
