“If you slip far enough out of your life, time picks up. Passes in waves instead of notches. One month rolling by, then another.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“I wish I believed him. He's looking at me like he can see where I begin.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“There are points in time when you grow older than your parents. Or come up on them at least. I look at my father,… — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“I'm lost again, inside myself. Somewhere that's not nowhere. Disoriented. I've let everything go.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“There's no air in here. There is something seriously wrong with me. I can't figure anything out. I'm too out of control. My heart… — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“So this is life. Love. We spend all this time reaching for each other and mostly we end up hurting each other until it's… — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“The real gift is time. Now. Each other, this night, and the wide, wide moon-silvered sea.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“I just had a conversation with a guy who likes me. A guy I like. I'm going shopping with Mary. Look at me. I'm… — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“I feel like I'm being hazed. Life's hazing me. Seeing what I can take.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“The thing about grief is that you have to let yourself feel it. Even the worst parts. Especially the worst parts. Pass through it.… — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“I'm starting to feel a little like I might fly away. Like everyone else has solid lives, and I'm just a particle, passing through.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
“You´re not complication. You´re the only air I can stand to breathe.” — Amy McNamara Copy Share Image
