“There should be a word for it. That phantom limb, reaching out from your chest, towards things you’ll never have.” LoveDesireLongingNeedAnguish Book:Sirens Source: Sirens
“The pavements were blocks of ice under my feet, and I could feel the cold through the soles of my shoes. I thought about the past ... The terrifying blackouts of my youth. I thought about never seeing my sister again. I thought about [girl]. First scared, then alone, then dead.” LoveDeathLossBeautyAlone Book:Sirens Source: Sirens
“I remembered running away here as a teenager, with the first love of my life, and coming-to outside the next morning. The girl and the money were both gone, and she’d written a Dear John letter on my left hand in red biro.” LoveLossBetrayalRejection Book:The Smiling Man Source: The Smiling Man