Crooked Little Lies Quotes

Honey, you can get happy in the same shoes you get sad in,

Tara said, “Sorry is such a useless little word.” “It’s better than nothing,” Lauren said. “Sometimes it’s all we have.

This was the place where they lived, on the dark, unraveling edges of doubt and lost faith, love that was uncertain.

The trouble with life, as far as Annie Beauchamp was concerned, was that it never gave you a clue about what was coming. When a terrible thing happened, life just charged at you, running full out, clobbering you, usually from behind. You were down then. You were left sick in your stomach and broken in your heart, trying to pick up your wits, your scattered pieces, and when you looked back, you saw that you didn’t have a clue, not one inkling.

Still, the idea of strangers living in her grandparents’ beloved house was so foreign, so beyond comprehension—like selling your arm or your heart, your family’s legacy. So much of their childhood was framed by that house—its porch posts and sun-warmed floorboards, the hidden nooks that only they knew. Who else would love it as much? Who else would hear the echo of their laughter around every corner?

she thought of the radiating waves of

It was Texas after all, where folks had strong ideas about their right to bear arms, especially in the boonies. They’d shoot their gun at somebody for no more reason than the look in their eye. They’d shoot their gun to celebrate good news or just because they felt like it, and sometimes that thoughtless shooting killed somebody.

Sometimes it’s harder to receive a gift than it is to give one. Her mother had said that. Her mother had said some debts couldn’t be paid back, only forward. Darlene

But where were we before? Lauren wondered. Which ones of us ever stopped for him, thought about him, thought of asking what he might need—before he disappeared? Why did it always take a calamity to get people moving, to make them care, make them do the right thing? The

In retrospect it would seem eerie, given all the church would take from her. But the day she found it, she was intrigued. It

How was it that relationships—love—could be so twisted with contradiction?

But what else was there to count on in this world other than your life and your mind and the rational way the two things worked together?

left. They always left. Or they betrayed you, like Leighton, and then they left. Cooper drove through town, along the quiet streets, past still-darkened houses, where porch lights burned at random, surrounded by the shadows of doomed moths. Annie imagined the papery whisper of their wings, beating and futile. They flew at the light, heedless of the risk, the way Bo walked the streets, without regard for the danger. Stopping him was no more possible than

just because you can do a thing like stay open and work seven days a week doesn’t mean you should.