“She had never realized before her life was torn apart how awkward grief was, how inconvenient for everyone with whom the mourner came into contact. At first it was acknowledged and respected and deferred to. But after a while it… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“But then I suppose I’ve never really lost anyone. How would I know what that kind of grief feels like?” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I am not the girl I used to be...it's as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Beautiful sunshine, cloudless skies, no one to play with, nothing to do. Living like this, the way I'm living at the moment, is harder… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“gardens over. One of them was crying—maybe they both were—and there was a child bawling its head off,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“The things I want to remember I can't, and the things I try so hard to forget just keep coming.” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“the author claimed that blacking out wasn’t simply a matter of forgetting what had happened, but having no memories to forget in the first… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“me thinking straight. I take a shower, get dressed and make another cup of coffee, and then I sit down in the living room,… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“Something felt off, but I realized eventually that it was just me. Still,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
