17 Quotes by Andrea Lochen

No one else in the world could strike a nerve in [her] quite like her sister.

It’s like I’m trying to keep the bad away with one hand while holding on to the good with the other, and it just doesn’t work. It’s stupid. I need both hands. So I guess I just have to spread out my arms and accept the bad with the good.

Sometimes I felt like I was drawn to mania. That Patrick was right, and I had loved him only during his manic episodes. That mania was true love. And it could consume you like it had consumed Patrick, or it could leave you feeling tired and used up, like it had left me. Nothing seemed to exist in between.

During her life, their mom had been like a folded paper fan to them, and they were slowly starting to unfurl her, fold by fold, to see the delicate, ornate pattern painted on her skin. It was hard to let that go, to simply snap the fan shut once she knew what fascinating complexities were inside.

Isn’t a daughter’s perspective on her mother’s life always a little myopic?

I can promise you that I could be sent back to live this year a hundred times, and I would always choose you. I would always. Choose. You.

I see you, and I suddenly forget why I was keeping score. That’s why I stayed away, I guess. It was a last-ditch effort to protect myself. Because you totally, utterly undo me.

She felt empty yet full, spent yet bursting with energy, drowsy yet wide awake. She felt love.