32 Quotes by Tiffany Baker

Maybe the heavens were a kind of celestial grave, I thought, the way the earth is a repository for our flesh, and when we stared at the stars, we were really beholding a million lives twinkling back at us, asking us not to forget.

Everything in the world has its two faces, however. Weeds sometimes blossom into artful flowers. Beauty walks hand in hand with ugliness, sickness with health, and life tiptoes around in the horned shadow of death. The trick is to recognize which is which and to recognize what you’re dealing with at the time.

Amelia and I were at the age where wonderful things sometimes still did happen, but far less often than they used to.

Well, the way I see it, honey, love’s love, whatever shape it comes in.

Death is a kind of guilt in itself. We’re all alive in this world together, and we’re also all mortal, but when one person pulls his thread through to the other side, it can start a chain reaction you never in your wildest dreams saw coming. Maybe you’ll be left with nothing more than an unholy knot to unpick. Maybe a new design. Sometimes a whole new perspective on yourself.

Who says all the lines of love are supposed to match up? I’d never thought about it that way before – that maybe your perfect other wasn’t everything you already were, but everything you were never going to be.

Whatever you ever saw in that mirror left it long ago and became part of you. No one can steal that.

And one day, you, too, might grow up to be enchanting.

Of course, this memory makes me sorrowful now, for it anyone ever knew the shape of me, it was Amelia – and not just the outer lines of me, either, but all my innards as well. She was as necessary as the sun to me. She was the quiet heat that shimmered inside my shadow and made it live, and without her, I am a little darker.