15 Quotes by Lia Louis

What is it about someone asking if you're okay? Even if you think you're holding it together, all it takes is someone asking is if you're alright to completely melt away your resolve and bring that lump bobbing straight into your throat.

I know, deep down, I am made of strong stuff. Rebuilt with it, at least, the way we all are over the years, with age and experience. Skin thickening, heart softening, patched up double in the places prone to breaking. A sum of all the things that have hurt us, scared us, sheltered, and delighted us.

I probably looked ruddy , like streetwise children do , in Charles Dickens novels. A tomato - with a beating heart.

Hubble: "We don't always get to say goodbye. Sometimes you'll be holding the balloon, and it's pulled from you. Or you drop it, without realising until it's too late. And it's gone. That's it. You can't get it back. But if you're the one that lets it go, then you should count yourself lucky. You get to prepare, you get to say goodbye. You get to close the book.

I felt nothing really, other than the smallest pangs at the sight of my old bedroom window. But that was it. Just a building. Just a window. Just a shell in which people make home with things and people. A shell which goes back to being just that when those things are removed.

Do you know why I like storms? They're a little reminder that we're not at all in charge, but Mother Nature is. And while the world might not look exactly how we'd prefer it to, it is enough, if we just stop and look. The whole sky lit up. The smell of the rain. Safe inside. What more could you need?

Rosie has made dinner for later, a curry that smells like coconuts, something she said her dad makes when she's run down or sad. "It works. I give less of a shit once I've got a bowl of this baby. My nan's works the best though. Fuck knows what she puts in hers. Men's souls probably, and rightly so.

OK?’ Eliot simply asks. ‘Fine.’ ‘Good. Only thing for it,’ he says, ‘hold on and hope for the best.’ ‘And that’s dancing, is it?’ ‘Well, yeah,’ says Eliot, then he leans in and says into my ear, breath tickling my neck, ‘And everything else, too, Emmie Blue.

What is it about someone asking if you’re okay? Even if you think you’re holding it together, all it takes is someone asking is if you’re alright to completely melt away your resolve and bring that lump bobbing straight into your throat.