43 Quotes by Emily M. Danforth

How could I pretend to be a victim when I was so willing to sin?

You can’t catch somebody doing something when they’re not hiding.

But whatever we once were we weren’t anymore.

Now I sometimes wonder how things might have turned out differently if I’d not made that decision, but you don’t really get anywhere when you think too much about stuff like that.

But I couldn’t ever make that dream happen. It just came on its own, the way dreams do.

I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous – the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows – but also so, so removed.

I also waited to feel like myself, as if it would land on me all at once, this feeling like I was me again because I was home. And it didn’t come.

In the embrace’s release I caught the scent again. Unmistakable. Marijuana. These homos were high as kites.

Longing is sort of a gross word. So is ache. Or yearn. They’re all kind of gross. But that’s how I had felt about touching, kissing, Coley.