“It's strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“It’s strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them.” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“When you know you're going to tell someone everything, you see your day through your eyes and theirs.” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“When someone says something, they automatically know what to say back. But for me it's as if the pathway between my brain and mouth… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“He was so stubborn, but maybe that's a good thing to be--a force of will that doesn't die no matter how many horrible things… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“My mother once said that the planet was like an enormous womb, and every single one of us was a fetus. Death was nothing… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“What keeps you trapped?...What keeps you from living the life you want? What keeps you from being free?” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“Okay,” I say. “Charlotte and I were the only two kids who took the van from school to our day care. We’d sit in… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“It's strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“When you are going to tell someone everything, you see your day through your eyes and theirs, as if they're living ît alongside you.… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“It’s strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“Sometimes when I can't sleep and I'm trying to think good thoughts, I imagine the magical place between worlds, the place in the flash… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“She says some people have souls so big that they spread out, touching everyone they pass.” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“Because when you're between two shores and no one can see you, you don't really exist at all” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“The wind picks up, but instead of putting his sweatshirt back on, he just fits the hood over his head. As he walks forward,… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“My mom could't fix me, but I remember she'd pet my back, and I know Julians father used to rub his head. There are… — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
“She said no one is evil, only unhappy, and unhappiness festers inside like sores.” — Robin Roe Copy Share Image
