377 Quotes by Celeste Ng

At least I know who I am. What I want.

She could not, she had thought as she bent to kiss the baby’s flushed cheek, have loved this child more if it had come from her own flesh.

You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they’d never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.

Unconsciously, one hand crept down to her belly, where an ache was beginning to blossom.

The photos stirred feelings she couldn’t quite frame in words, and this, she decided, must mean they were true works of art.

The firemen said there were little fires everywhere,” Lexie said. “Multiple points of origin. Possible use of accelerant. Not an accident.

Most? What does that mean?

In the dark they are careful of each other, as if they know they are fragile, as if they know they can break.

He can guess, but he won’t ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she’d never told him. Whether she thought he’d failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.