103 Quotes by Kathleen Glasgow

I’m running blind, ghosts swallowing me.

What’s really important is the essence of the life lived. A college degree isn’t going to tell me how well somebody lived, now is it? Does having a boat mean you lived a good life? Or a summerhouse? What about saving each valentine your son made or even working a roadside jam stand? A million, what do they call it? – selfies – on some silly website. What does it all mean, in the end?

Things get away from you sometimes, and you can’t get them back.

It’s sort of like that poem: I thought I was done with death, at least a little bit, but death wasn’t done with me.

You are carrying so many heavy feelings. There just isn’t enough room for them all.

I blink at myself. I could be a girl, a real girl. I could be a possibility, with Mikey. Couldn’t I?

This whole place is a world of sobbing girls.

I think Temple is wrong. I don’t think I’d dig that kind of art party at all.

I’m tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?