19 Quotes by Stephanie Kuehn

There's this mood I can get into sometimes. It's hard to explain. I don't know how to describe it other than to say I feel sort of dead - faded, really, or reduced, like there's less of me or I'm not as much of myself. It's as if I've forgotten who I am or who I'm meant to be or if I'm really even anything or anyone at all.

You have a history of starving yourself," he says gently.I lift my head. I meet his gaze. "I have a history that I don't like to talk about.

she was acting like everything was fine. But fine can so often be the very worst of feelings.

That felt meaningful somehow, like the words on the pages ached for him to know their sorrow.

No guardrails stood between the road and oblivion.

She must have seen more of my charm than my strangeness tonight.

You wanted to live," he says."You say that like it's a good thing. A virtue.""What is it really?"I think about this. "Selfish.""Wanting to live is selfish?""Yes.

She loves us all.""Then why doesn't she act like it?""Because love doesn't always look nice.

Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force.Its own flavor.Its own charm and strange.