9 Quotes by Bri Lee

How could I tell him what was actually eating at me, rotting on the inside? How could I do that to my mother and father—make them as sad as I knew they’d be? At least if I carried my Secret alone, there would be only one casualty.

The ugly parts of my life kept crashing into the beautiful ones.

It wasn't just him in the same way it wasn't just me. It was because I was sick of men like him. Because I'd seen them all, each as unoriginal in their selfishness as the next.

Being in a relationship meant compromising on things I’d barely finished fighting for.

...I'd felt dread about how average and suburban Brisbane seemed. The normalcy was stifling and that I yearned for bigger things, that I missed New York.

They weren’t children anymore either, and juries aren’t kind to women unless they’re ‘perfect victims’.

Finally feminist enough to realise I was all out of ducks to give.

Finally feminist enough to realise I was all out of fucks to give

Only skinny enough when starving, only successful enough when exhausted.