Roses of May Quotes

“I’m constitutionally incapable of trusting people who treat their books that badly.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“How do you put yourself back together when the pieces permanently lost are the only reasons anyone's looking at you?”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“We shouldn’t have to fix ourselves if we don’t want to. We shouldn’t have to be strong or brave or hopeful or any such bullshit. Mum has always emphatically stated that it’s okay to not be okay. We don’t owe that to anyone else.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“it’s okay to not be okay.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Some people stay broken, others put themselves back together with all the sharp bits showing?”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“What I have is a healthy sense of spite and a determination that someday I’m going to learn how to do this thing called living. Maybe that’s as far as justice can stretch.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“The public steals tragedies from victims. It sounds strange, I know, but I think you may be one of the few people who’ll understand what I mean by that. These things happened to us, to our loved ones, but it hits the news and suddenly everyone with a TV or computer feels like they’re entitled to our reactions and recoveries. They’re not. It takes a while to really believe it, but you owe them nothing.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“No matter what happens, she will never let the world break her permanently.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“The ones who’ll set the world on fire if they have to burn. They sound like my kind of people.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Scars fade. They don't disappear. It isn't right. We live with the memories; why do we have to live with the scars as well?”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Anything tries to destroy them, they’ll burn the world to take it down with them.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“There is nothing resting about that bitch face.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Sadness and grief aren’t the same thing. It’s why they have different words. Maybe it’s a subtle distinction, but we don’t keep a word in a language if it doesn’t still have a purpose of its own. Synonyms are never exact things.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Inara is quieter than Bliss, not shy or withdrawn, just . . . more patient, I suppose. Bliss explores a situation by lighting a match and letting it explode. Inara watches first, observes. She waits to speak until she knows what she wants to say and has a healthy guess as to how others will react to it.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Twelve years old, Priya, after the worst days of your life, angry and scared and grieving, you threw a teddy bear at my head and told me not to be such a fucking coward.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Acknowledging the need, rationing the impulse.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“It wouldn’t destroy Mum, though neither of us says it. It would shred her, maybe even shatter her, but the pieces would come back together sharper and stronger, made of purer steel, because if there’s one thing Deshani Sravasti will never be, it’s defeated.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“sometimes it’s the quest that holds the meaning, not the reward.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Guilt doesn’t have to make sense; it just is.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“I take pictures of everything anyway, even though they’ll mostly turn out crap on the phone, because taking pictures is just what I do. The world seems a little less frightening, somehow, if I can keep the camera lens between me and everything else.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Seeing your own demons reflected back at you, it creates a safe place to just be wounded. It gives permission, in a way, to not be okay. You go to your brothers (and sisters) and not only will they watch over you when you are clearly incapable of doing so yourself, they will never tell you to be anything other than what you are, even if on that particular day what you are is a collapsing wreck of a human being. “Maybe,”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“I don’t like feeling vaguely endangered. I want a specific threat, something I can point to and say this and everyone understands, not a number of impressions that make women nod and men shake their heads.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“I realized your answers couldn't matter. It doesn't matter why you did it, why you chose them, chose us, chose me. It doesn't matter how you justify it, because the answers were never going to make sense to anyone else anyway. They were yours. And they were wrong. They were always, always wrong.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Seeing your own demons reflected back at you, it creates a safe place to just be wounded. It gives permission, in a way, to not be okay.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Puede sentirse la quietud en el aire, como el instante antes de respirar. No solo está todo en silencio, está amortiguado. Es la soledad, supongo, por naturaleza y no por elección.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Right now, I think, it might be nice to be a religious person. It would be nice to have something or someone to pray to, with the relative certainty of being listened to. Then again, if I were a properly religious person, I probably wouldn’t be doing this, so. You know.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Anything tries to destroy them, they'll burn the world to take it down with them.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“They’re powerful, emotional photographs, the kind of expressive, one-in-a-million shots any photographer is lucky to get, like the one of me reaching back for my sister as the paramedic carried me away. Those pictures get plastered everywhere because we’re a culture fascinated with crime, because we think the families’ private pain is for public consumption. Kiersten’s”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Moments I have to admit that she probably has sociopathic tendencies and simply chooses not to use her powers for excessive evil.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“I’m Agent Archer, this is Agent Sterling.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May