377 Quotes by Celeste Ng

I remember a distinct sense of restlessness in the air while I was growing up, a feeling that if you wanted an exciting or important or interesting life, you needed to escape.

Was she the bird trying to batter its way free, or was she the care?

She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.

Children are a place

But the problem with rules, he reflected, was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When in fact, most of the time there were simply ways.

There was no room left in her for anger. Something within her tipped and cracked.

All she could think was: I will be here forever. I will never be able to get away.

Lydia felt her heart in her chest like a pellet of ice, sliding down out of reach.

All she has left are things unwanted, things unloved.