Dark Reflections Quotes

“It was a vulnerable thing; falling for someone when your feelings painted the world around you. Like I was made from glass, and everybody could see inside. No secret safe.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“Let roots grow where love was lost. Honor the life that they had, even though it was short.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“The smell of flowers was overwhelming, and it reminded me of walking into a flower shop to pick the perfect bouquet when my gran died. It wasn’t a good memory, and the smell was intoxicating. My heart broke while looking at the beautiful variations of flowers and smelling the sweet nectar. It was a terrible mix. The beauty, the nature, the colors, and the smell—all laced with grief. And what I could never comprehend was that flowers were for every occasion. You get them when you’re in love and when it’s your birthday; you can get them with a new job or a raise. And how is it supposed to make you feel when all you can remember is the smell of heartbreak, and it takes you back to that space in time? It doesn’t feel like a celebration of anything, but more like torture. Torture of the mind and soul.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“The thing I feared the most was the network of unexplored crevices in my dark mind . . . because perhaps, there was no such thing as a good witch.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“We bonded in a way I’d never done with a guy before. I guess murder will do that to a couple.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“You didn’t understand the world around you any longer, and that’s because you were no longer in it.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“It was a fine line to walk—insanity and reality. The lines were not made of rich, black charcoal, but that of a nebulous gray watercolor. The transition so vaguely defined that it might as well not even be there. And when the line was so arbitrary, I found myself lost between right and wrong.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“My deepest, darkest fear was then realized. I was nobody.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections

“The books were dingy and outdated, and yet; the stories were still as rich as the day they had been written—the fantasies forever young and the infinite possibilities as fine as aged wine.”
― Laura C. Reden, Dark Reflections