Quotes from Life Support

Tess Gerritsen ·  400 pages

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“When everything goes wrong in our lives, it's natural to look around for someone -or something- to blame.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support


“Some people just couldn't commit to their own health. Instead they wasted their energy worrying about things they could do nothing about.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support


“He looked at her, and she couldn't contradict him. Nor could she offer any false reassurance. Silence, at least, was honest.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support


“Robbie Brace, a practical man, had chosen a practical field. Oh, but how it depressed him.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support


“It's just something I'll have to live with... The possibility of getting sick. Not knowing if I'll live another two years or forty years. I keep telling myself, I could walk outside and get hit by a bus. That's the way life is. Just surviving another day comes with its own risk.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support



“Only by the shuddering of the bed did Toby realize the girl was sobbing. Molly herself made no sound; it was as though her grief was trapped in a jar, her cries inaudible to anyone but her.”
― Tess Gerritsen, quote from Life Support


About the author

Tess Gerritsen
Born place: in The United States
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