18 Quotes by Daisy Johnson

Death has worn you smooth as a stone.

I was the same as you: less a person and more a hole cut away from everything.

Grief is a house with no windows or doors and no way of telling the time.

Forgetting is, I think, a form of protection.

She has always known that houses are bodies and that her body is a house in more ways than most.

Memory had a habit of erasing, leaving only the most necessary.

But sometimes I wonder if you are right and if all of our choices are remnants of all the choices we made before. As if decisions were shards from the bombs of our previous actions.

Anything can be lost if you try hard enough.

I know who you are though in a moment I will not. It is getting. I do not remember the word. Soon it will be. How easily they go again. There is no loyalty in language. There is no.