Every Exquisite Thing

it’s time to be me

That’s what you learn when you grow up. No one knows the answers. No one.

And then one day you will look for you in the mirror and you’ll no longer be able to identify yourself—you’ll only see everyone else. You’ll know that you did what they wanted you to do. You will have assimilated. And you will hate yourself for it, because it will be too late.

How can Nanette be so good at something she doesn’t enjoy?
It seems cruel.

You must sometimes pay a high price for individuality, especially if you are a woman.

But over time, we managed to battle. It was an epic battle. That’s life, I guess.

She starts to understand why people want to restrain their loved ones and why love is so often linked with pain, as if joy and suffering were two sides of the same coin.

“You don’t need a boy to have fun in a Jeep,”

“It’s okay to love people who aren’t perfect. People who still have work to do on themselves.”

‘People enter our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.’