The Lucky List Quotes

“We're all lucky,not because every thing works out, but we get to wake up in the morning and take chances and make mistakes and keep trying not to.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“She seems like she only exists in summer. Only made to swim in the waters of the ocean, the smell of sunshine and salt clinging to her clothes.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“I need to be willing to play the game. I need to be willing to put myself out there, and be vulnerable, and take chances, even though I might lose.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“Secretly, I think the one thing I do want is to get out of here. To go to a big city somewhere, away from all the sympathetic, knowing smiles. Away from everybody knowing everything about everyone else. Where I'm able to figure out who I am and what I'm like, without an entire town of people thinking they already know.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“It was like all the bad luck she never had hit at once. It wasn't one of those small miracles where they say you have weeks to live and you get months, or a year, or a decade. They gave her six months, and she didn't make it two. Her luck ran out, Blake. My luck ran out.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“Her brown hair, identical to mine, was cut short and then, in the blink of an eye, gone completely.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“Wow. You do look just like your mom.” “Yeah,” I say, prickling slightly. “Do you hate it?” She’s the first person to ever ask that. I jerk my head up to look at her, and our eyes meet as she peers at me from over the photo. “No,” I say, but then I hesitate. “It just… makes me feel like a walking memorial card.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“It’s impossible, though. To not make every single thing feel like a memory.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“I hate these moments the most. The moments when you think you are healed just enough, and then something as simple as a bingo card makes every fiber feel raw.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List

“When my mom died, it felt like everyone I knew had a story about her. Every story was a different flavor of grief, a memory that would just pour out of people to absolve a wound far beneath the skin. To make sense of something that couldn't make sense. As they talked, I would wonder if it was for me or for them, the stories slowly becoming empty words. Empty words passing over lips in an attempt to reconcile a loss that couldn't be reconciled.”
― Rachael Lippincott, The Lucky List