Sisters Quotes

“Yes. I think then, as I have so many times, she is the person I have always wanted to be. I am a shape cut out of the universe, tinged with ever-dying stars- and that she is the creature to fill the gap I leave in the world.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“If I was kidnapped would you offer yourself in my place? If a double was here would you know it wasn't me? If I lost a limb would you cut off one of yours? There is only ever, of course, one answer. Yes, I say. I know I would.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“I am a shape cut out of the universe, tinged with ever-dying stars—and that she is the creature to fill the gap I leave in the world.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“She has always known that houses are bodies and that her body is a house in more ways than most.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Grief is a house with no windows or doors and no way of telling the time.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Mostly she is just a mother to us and she is in rooms the way chairs and tables are.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“She has always known that houses are bodies and that her body is a house in more ways than most. She housed those beautiful daughters, didn’t she, and she has housed depression all through her life like a smaller, weightier child, and she housed excitement and love and despair and in the Settle House she houses an unsettling worry that she finds difficult to shake, an exhaustion that smothers the days out of her.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“I wondered, in that moment, what it was like to be a mother to children who did not need you.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“The Settle House is load bearing. Here is what it bears: Mum's endless sadness, September's fitful wrath, my quiet failure to ever do quite what anyone needs me to do, the seasons, the death of small animals in the scrublands around it, every word that we say in love or anger to one another.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“She was alive; she was so alive then that she stole living from those around her.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“This year something else is the terror. The road edging away and then dropping from sight, the judder judder judder as we move from tarmac to dirt. Is Mum crying? I don’t know. Should we ask? No answer to that and, anyway, the house is there now and no time to go back or try again or do things over. This the year we are houses, lights on in every window, doors that won’t quite shut. When one of us speaks we both feel the words moving on our tongues. When one of us eats we both feel the food slipping down our gullets. It would have surprised neither of us to have found, slit open, that we shared organs, that one’s lungs breathed for the both, that a single heart beat a doubling, feverish pulse.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“I have felt tired too, since we left school; some days it is as if I am carrying a second body draped over my shoulders.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“My sister is a black hole my sister is a falling tree my sister is the sea.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“She could feel how much she wanted it even through the distance of the sadness.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“After she’d given birth she felt emptied out, like a beloved house closed up for the winter. For such a long time the sense that her body did not belong to her continued. It had been that way in the later days with the girls’ father and she felt it again with them inside her, swelling her, unstoppable, using her body as a resting stop.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“My sister is a black hole my sister is a bricked-up window my sister is a house on fire my sister is a car crash my sister is a long night my sister is a battle my sister is here. September”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Her love for them was like carrying shopping bags up a hill and at times she became convinced they wanted the very foundations of her, wanted to break the bricks of her body apart and climb back in. And earlier,”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“She had us with a man she had been afraid of, although she would not tell us why. There were months when she spoke little, only wanted to often be holding us, ordered takeaways, had baths that lasted all afternoon. There were months when she told us she was living in a sadness the color of rust and leather.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“If brains are houses with many rooms then I live in the basement.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Grief is a house with no windows or doors and no way of telling the time. Sleeping curled against Mum’s back, arm thrown over her so”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“La Casa ha muri portanti. Ecco cosa portano: l'infinita tristezza di mamma, gli scatti d'ira di Settembre, la mia muta incapacità di fare tutto quello che gli altri mi chiedono di fare, le stagioni, la morte dei piccoli animali nella macchia qui intorno, ogni parola d'amore o di rabbia che ci diciamo l'un l'altra.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Settembre è la persona che avrei sempre voluto essere. Io sono una forma ritagliata dall'universo, trapunta di stelle che continuano a morire - e lei è la creatura che riempie il vuoto che io lascio nel mondo.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters

“Yes. I think then, as I have so many times, she is the person I have always wanted to be. I am a shape cut out of the universe, tinged with ever-dying stars—and that she is the creature to fill the gap I leave in the world.”
― Daisy Johnson, Sisters