ApoorvaReads > Books: 5-stars-2023‎ (15)

“I’d always read that soulmates were beautiful, pretty things. They fixed you, made you whole. But that doesn’t make sense to me. Souls are ugly,

“I’d always read that soulmates were beautiful, pretty things. They fixed you, made you whole. But that doesn’t make sense to me. Souls are ugly, twisted, and dark.
It makes sense when you finally found yours, the torture is equal to what lurks inside.”

“Well, the way I see it,” she said. “No matter how many friends or family or just people surround us, we all have that thing we can’t tell somebody, a jagged shard of glass cutting our soul. You know?”
Shit, yeah. I did. Too well.
“So we bleed silently. Alone.” She sighed. “But…if you’re lucky, you might find someone who has a similar piece of glass to your own. So then you don’t bleed alone. That’s what’s so addicting about loneliness. The hope against everything that maybe one day you won’t be alone.”

“I’d always read that soulmates were beautiful, pretty things. They fixed you, made you whole. But that doesn’t make sense to me. Souls are ugly, twisted, and dark.
It makes sense when you finally found yours, the torture is equal to what lurks inside.”

“Well, the way I see it,” she said. “No matter how many friends or family or just people surround us, we all have that thing we can’t tell somebody, a jagged shard of glass cutting our soul. You know?”
Shit, yeah. I did. Too well.
“So we bleed silently. Alone.” She sighed. “But…if you’re lucky, you might find someone who has a similar piece of glass to your own. So then you don’t bleed alone. That’s what’s so addicting about loneliness. The hope against everything that maybe one day you won’t be alone.”

“But I realize that people are just people, and they carry their own set of fears, dreams, desires, pains, and mistakes. I can’t expect someone el

“But I realize that people are just people, and they carry their own set of fears, dreams, desires, pains, and mistakes. I can’t expect someone else to make me feel complete; I must find it on my own. And I think I was always writing for myself, to sort through my loss and worry and tangled ambitions. Even now, I think about how effortless it is to lose oneself in words, and yet also find who you are.”

”Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when

”Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants.
Even if what you want is to not be in love.”

“She feels like everything I never knew I could hope for, let alone have. A long-ago prayer answered, a forgotten dream come to life, too unbeliev

“She feels like everything I never knew I could hope for, let alone have. A long-ago prayer answered, a forgotten dream come to life, too unbelievably good.”

“The sea was a collector of things. It took things we cherished—most things we’d forgotten—and I still found myself drawn to her, un

“The sea was a collector of things. It took things we cherished—most things we’d forgotten—and I still found myself drawn to her, unable to resist her call, needing to step into the graveyard of the lost, wild, and treasured.”