8 Quotes by Gemma Amor

I had always felt things deeply, that was my nature. It was why I was a writer. Sometimes, the feelings were so huge, they needed a place to go.

When had it become such a titanic, colossal struggle to simply exist as a normal, functioning human being?

The absence of things is so loud it pierces my brain with loss. What used to be, is simply no more.But the memories linger like smoke in the air.

The Island had taken a soft, privileged woman and chewed her up, remoulded her into something else, something raw, and desperate.

People need something tangible to attach their grief to. There is no comfort to be taken from wide open spaces full of nothing.

My recent loss was too fresh, too sharp. I couldn’t cut myself on the edges of it. Not again. Not right now.

So this is what it’s like when someone you love dies, I thought. Like constantly trying to swallow a sharp stone.

I thought of my life, then, as a series of chapters in a book. I had finished the previous chapter, and it seemed to me, on reflection, as I stood here with the rest of my life in my hands, as if not much of any note had really happened in that chapter at all, despite the length of it.