Dead of Winter Quotes

“Hope cannot be relied on. But sometimes we still need it to survive.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Hope and doubt run like dual currents in my veins,”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“But old scars sometimes peel back open and weep fresh blood.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“All I can offer is doubts.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Each day felt like a fight to earn the right to be happy”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“It’s then that the premonition hits me, stronger than any I’ve felt in a long time—stronger even than the one on August 8—and I lean forward and close my eyes as a cold sweat breaks out over my flesh. None of us are getting out of here alive.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I expected more from a soldier,” Steve says. “Did you?” Her delicate brows rise up, but her eyes remain distant, detached. “Fascinating.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“A voice yells behind me. The words are lost under the wind. We shouldn’t be split up like this. It feels too dangerous to let anyone out of my sight. I can’t keep track of who’s where or what they’re doing.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Too many men were raised by families that expected them to hide their emotions at all costs.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“But it’s just that. Hope. And hope cannot be relied on.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I’m terrified to think of how much more the universe will take before it’s satisfied.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I can the feel tiredness like a physical pressure, pulling on the skin on my face, causing everything to droop. At the same time, anxiety prickles like a thousand needles jabbing inside my chest, forcing me to stay alert.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“The paranoia is eating at me. I need clarity.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Simone spent four years of her life feeling like she didn’t belong to herself. And now she’s willing to fight—furiously, viciously—to not lose that control ever again.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“That would be a mistake. To believe too much in anyone’s innocence, I mean.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“It’s a very different kind of fear to the sharp tang of terror I felt in the shed with Denny. This is slower, slicker. The kind that clouds my head instead of clearing it. Numbs instead of energises.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I can credit my father for a lot of things. A hyper-developed ability to read others’ body language, a hatred of hard liquor, a mistrust of people who indulge in it.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Solitude is the best thing he can give me.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“An irrational kind of desperation falls over me. The idea that I might still be able to fix this somehow. Unwind the badness. Repair the damage. If I can only understand.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“The thought is circling me like a vulture.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I saw something when I was on the roof. I think we’re within walking distance of Blackstone Lodge.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“There’s a stretch of the horizon that looks different. Just a small patch—barely two peaks—that are smaller and narrower and feel less organic.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I’ve spent the last two years of my life feeling like a doll whose stitches have all come loose, desperately clutching at limbs that are falling off.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I’d looked at him with new eyes. He wasn’t the unblemished, naive figure I’d imagined. He was weathered by pain. Aged by suffering. And despite it all, he had learned how to reforge his joy. How to use the pain to construct his life.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“A sour tang permeates my mouth. I’m not sure if it’s caused by the story or by the flippant way Blake tells it. Like it’s the kind of memory she calls up occasionally so that she can dwell on it. Like she has an entire mental catalogue of them: the skin-crawling and the macabre, ready to be reviewed and redigested when she has a quiet moment or two.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I was a mess. I don’t know how else to put it. Each day felt like a fight to earn the right to be happy, and they were fights I lost more often than won. The things that energised Kiernan drained me—cooking breakfast, going shopping, choosing a movie. For Kiernan, even the mundane seemed like a chance to discover something new and good. For me, they were hurdles, scraping my shins every time I failed to clear them.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“The advice is to spit: see which way your saliva drips, then dig away from it.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“Each day felt like a fight to earn the right to be happy, and they were fights I lost more often than won.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“People grieve in different ways, I remind myself. When my father passed, I didn’t speak his name for nearly four months. Any outsider would have read that as callousness. But there was too much there. Love and anger and resentment and longing. I couldn’t explain that the words physically choked me.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter

“I’m an adult woman. My father has been dead for nearly ten years. But old scars sometimes peel back open and weep fresh blood.”
― Darcy Coates, Dead of Winter