“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
