Dear Child Quotes

“Happiness feels warm, almost like a slight fever; it has a smell and a heartbeat that goes like the second hand on the kitchen clock.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“Worry is more like the feeling of sickness you get when you’ve got a tummy ache and you don’t know if you’re going to have to throw up or not.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“He abducted me to give his children another mother.”
― Romy Hausmann, Liebes Kind

“You haven’t got us, not really.
It’s your prison, not ours.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“Where there’s feeling—even if it’s pain—there’s life that can be recovered.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“The trees are making a final show of their potency before winter, putting on their loveliest display of color.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“Happiness is a particularly positive feeling, a state of being pleased or content.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“I don't know how often I need to say this until she understands. There always has to be a favourite child you can rely on.”
― Romy Hausmann, Liebes Kind

“No," I say. "We know how everything works. We have our own rules, you see. It's just that Mama forgets them sometimes. But luckily she's got us, we remind her of them”
― Romy Hausmann, Liebes Kind

“Then all he had was you, Lena, who he loved, but at the same time hated for your part in what had happened.”
― Romy Hausmann, Dear Child

“Matthias Beck is straining to breathe. It's hard to watch this, but maybe that's how it is. Love. It's love. No matter how sick, distorted and misunderstood, it's still love. Love that spurs us on. That turns us into monsters, each in our own way.”
― Romy Hausmann, Liebes Kind

“Why didn't you fight back?" I asked, because I was too stupid, or just too tired, not yet clear-headed, having been jolted out of my sleep when I heard Kirsten come crashing into the apartment. Because I'd been sleeping like everyone else, while Kirsten was attacked in a rear courtyard. Kirsten turned her ashen, unfamiliar looking face to me and said, "Because at that moment, I was dead. I didn't have a body anymore. No arms to thrash about with. No legs to kick him with. And my mind was elsewhere”
― Romy Hausmann, Liebes Kind