Julianna Baggott Quotes

Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?

Sometimes the only way to fix a mistake- is to make it twice.

When I first met you, I thought we were made for each other even though we seemed like opposites in some ways and we fought. But now...""What?""Now I feel like we weren't made for each other. We're making each other—into the people we should become. Do you know what I mean?

Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.

I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.