The Storm We Made Quotes

“Cecily wondered at the damage that would do to one’s soul, to allow others to chip away at you, past the layers of defense, to gain acceptance.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“You cannot survive this and live a dead life.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“But her idolatry was not blind. The truth of it, she thought, was that men lose interest when the veil falls off and they learn the normalcy of a woman—that she urinates and bleeds and cries and snores like everyone else. But women grow fonder when a man feels within reach. Women do not worship gods; they yearn for broken toys they can mold and imprint on. It was so stupid,”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“Cecily studied Fujiwara as he studied the notebook paper. A tiny bead of sweat clung to the top of his eyebrow, unusual, as he always looked fresh, as if he had just bathed. Cecily wanted to stick out her tongue and lick it away, taste the hot saltiness.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“So they sat together, thin backs wedged against the outside walls of the coop---the coop that had once broken Abel down into little pieces, now the only thing holding Freddie up.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“She didn’t know how to tell them that her anger was not at the things they did but at what she herself had done to make everything the way it was.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“What a strange and wonderful way to live, Cecily thought, to find the sun in all things. In Cecily, discontent was a constant state of being. She lived with a persistent gurgle of want, of longing for more of everything she could see but did not yet have. To be just content, Cecily thought. How simple it must be.”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“and how the choices we make reverberate through the generations of our families and communities in ways we often can’t predict. I”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“wrote about inherited pain, womanhood, mothers, daughters, and sisters,”
― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made

“Yet perhaps the only inevitable truth was that all lies eventually rise up to meet their makers.

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― Vanessa Chan, The Storm We Made