The Golden Cage

People´s biggest problem, I realized, is that they project their own sorrow onto other people. Try to share them. They imagine that, because we share the same of sort of DNA, we will automatically feel sad about the same situations. Sorrow doesn't get easier to deal with simply because you share it. Quite the contrary, it gets heavier.

There seems to be some sort of sadness in you. I find that attractive. I'm suspicious of people who go around thinking life's a barrel of laughs the whole time. People who are always happy bore me. We're not supposed to be happy all the time, because then the world would stop.

The liberation of finding yourself at rock bottom. No risk of falling any deeper into shit.

Every cell in our body gets renewed, replaced. The same ought to be true of memories.

Faye guessed she was seeing images in her mind. The sort of images you had to live with for the rest of your life, like war wounds, but in your heart rather than on your skin.

The say nothing blinds us like love, but Faye knew that nothing blinds as much as the dream of love. Hope is a powerful drug.

when I manage to be myself are so exhausting that all I can do when I’m not with Johan is sit around. Who’d have thought this was where I’d end up

And for the first time in many years she felt ready to fight.