46 Quotes by Daisy Whitney

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

Why she was the happy one when she was dying, and I just can’t seem to manage anything when I’m living.

She expected a lot of me. When I was in fourth grade working on a book report, she made me start the whole thing over when she read it and said it was barely even legible. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked her. “It’s not good enough yet. You have to try harder,” she said, her voice gentle. “You have to try hard at everything you do. That’s all I ask.” I rolled my eyes and revised it, and over time her approach wore off on me and I became like her too – wanting to do my best, expecting my best.

Do you need anything?” she asks. A mom A dad. Someone. Anyone. Can you arrange for that? “Nah, I’m good.

I risk a grin at the thought. Because there’s a part of me that likes that idea. Get out of town and never look back.

I am no longer the left behind. I am the living. And I want everything this life has to offer. I stop for a second and look around at all the shops and stores and stalls. At all the people, going about their days, at all the moments they’re living. This is what I want. I want to live every moment. I want to feel everything.

I scan his features, his nose, his lips, searching for something, anything that rings a bell. A clue to connect me to him. But remembering last night is like looking frosted glass.

Life is short, and life is beautiful, and everything is lovely. Love it, embrace it, smell the lilacs, play with the dog, and love endlessly and fiercely with everything you’ve got. Live without regret.

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don’t enter anymore.