6 Quotes by Diane Zinna

I was always the kind of person who hated to have her photograph taken, dreading that instant when the camera might catch me looking stupid or at a bad angle, reduced to one version of myself, someone thinking that's all I am. Something like death in a photo. A stranger might pick it up, and to them that's all you'll ever be, this moment you had no control over, that had no before and no afterward.

. . . my undercurrent was All is not lost. That was what I'd agreed to believe. That was my beating drum. And if my depression was a planet of crushing, continual rain, my faith was the forest that kept growing up despite it.

Lying had become second nature in my adult life. It was a way to spare strangers difficult conversations. The lies only ever pertained to my own information, and nothing I said was ever that important; the lies only served to keep me smiling, to keep the conversations from going off the cliff of sympathy, to keep me from breaking down.

Sometimes the rules only seem silly because you aren't able to see far enough ahead.

. . . love was holding all the pieces at the same time. And it's always true, whether we remember that or not. Perhaps because of that, though there are things we might forget, nothing is ever really lost.

A word can be like a cellar door. Just a few steps and you're in a dark place.