The Girl Who Lived Quotes

“Hidden was good—though invisible would be better.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“something happening to you doesn’t make you. It can feel like it kills you, but it still isn’t you. It happened. It changed you,”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“With a frown, Amanda held up her right hand, index finger raised, the way a mother would silence an interrupting child. With her other hand she fished around in her pocketbook and finally yanked out an oversize makeup mirror. Faith thought about holding up her own hand with a different finger raised, but decided against it—she needed to get her paper signed for her probation officer.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“images flew by like petals in the wind:”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Just like my life. Stagnant.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Like paper clips to a magnet, they were drawn back to the same spot, helpless in the grip of instinct, unable to go in any other direction.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“I know how you’ve felt betrayed by those closest to you, and how that put your feet on the path to rebellion.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Sarcasm, the weapon of the weak. Any promise she could muster would sound as hollow as she felt inside.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Let’s start with some deep breathing and visualization first. When trying to remember an event that is so traumatic, don’t start with the moment the event happened. Rewind your mental clock a few minutes. What works best for some people is to pick a moment earlier in that fateful day. Try to think back to a moment on April twelfth when you were happy .”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Getting to the root of the issue is vital for recovery, but it is also painful.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“getting to the root of your emotional pain is a vital stage of healing. It’s quite common that traumatic events are shut away.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Like a boxer against the ropes, the images rained down on Faith like blows, but she was helpless to stop them. Each one sent her head reeling until she felt like she was falling—tumbling into oblivion, welcoming the darkness and an end to the pain.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“She could white-knuckle it through this meeting. Through this day. Through this life.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Stop talking. I swear just listening to you has the potential to make someone stupid. One minute on the phone with you and my IQ has dropped ten points.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Why is one of the biggest questions we, as survivors, face.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Sure.” He lowered himself onto a stool and sat ramrod-straight, rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Do you need any help?” “Making ramen? Nope.” She popped the p.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Hush, little girl, rest your head. Hush, little girl, stay in bed. The sun and your friends are fast asleep. Now’s not a time to cry and weep. For in your dreams, there we’ll be. Hurry now, and follow me.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Every morning they strapped on that mask of bravery and prayed that a stiff breeze wouldn’t blow it off and reveal to the world how terrified they felt.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“One more question.” Henry waited until Faith put her finger down before continuing. “Do you ever remember your father wearing a baseball hat?” Like a kid flipping through the pages of a scrapbook, she ran through images of her father in her mind. No baseball cap. But it didn’t matter. Faith just wanted to stop seeing the man the world believed killed her sister. Yet the tighter she closed her eyes, the faster the images came. Her father at her horse show, sitting in the stands at Kim’s soccer game, his smiling face as he pushed her on the swing . . . Faith pressed her palms against the sides of her head and started screaming. The office door flew open. Dr. Rodgers, Titus, and two men in navy-blue suits rushed into the room. Like a boxer against the ropes, the images rained down on Faith like blows, but she was helpless to stop them. Each one sent her head reeling until she felt like she was falling—tumbling into oblivion, welcoming the darkness and an end to the pain. She felt Titus’s strong arms around her, carrying her back to her room.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“That my father killed his lover and her kid, who happened to be my best friend, and then stabbed my sister to death before he shot himself in the head? No. No, I don’t agree with those findings. They’re garbage.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“toll. Faith had seen men so yellow from cirrhosis they looked like they’d been colored”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Faith”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Faith closed her eyes, recalling the last time she’d seen Emily and Anna’s mother.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“He wasn’t asking where I was,” Faith whispered. “He was calling to Rat Face. Woods. Rat Face’s name is Woods.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“They were coming for her, but Faith wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“splashing war,”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“So, you want to know about the shot”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“why I’m here. Numbing the pain was just”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“If he hadn’t been so occupied, he might have marveled at how the brain can delegate thousands of tiny mechanical motions to the body while it amuses itself by churning out an incessant silent soundtrack.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived

“Any promise she could muster would sound as hollow as she felt inside.”
― Christopher Greyson, The Girl Who Lived