Daisy Whitney
I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.
— Daisy Whitney
I don't tell her that my grasp on truth, on words, on people, has slipped. I was getting close, so close to normal again, and that's been snatched away. Furthermore, I'm not even back where I started. Furthermore, I'm somewhere else entirely, so far off the map I don't know where to turn next.
— Daisy Whitney
…if you have someone who wants to heal, sometime they will respond to the unconventional. Their minds are more open to healing, so their bodies become more willing too. I believe that medication, while a wonderful thing, has its limits. That there are answers to be found in the unconventional.
— Daisy Whitney
My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life - and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I'm 0 for 2, and I don't get any more pitches to swing at.
— Daisy Whitney
No, I am not all right, I want to say. Have you been to my house? Have you seen how empty it is?
— Daisy Whitney
Nothing is ever enough.
— Daisy Whitney
[Referring to rape] It already is bigger than everything else. It lives in front of me, behind me, next to me, inside me every single day. My schedule is dictated by it, my habits by it, my music by it.
— Daisy Whitney
She expected a lot of me. When I was in fourth grade working on a book report, she made me start the whole thing over when she read it and said it was barely even legible. "What's wrong with it?" I asked her. "It's not good enough yet. You have to try harder," she said, her voice gentle. "You have to try hard at everything you do. That's all I ask." I rolled my eyes and revised it, and over time her approach wore off on me and I became like her too - wanting to do my best, expecting my best.
— Daisy Whitney
Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.
— Daisy Whitney
This is what I'm supposed to be doing this summer. This is how I'm supposed to be passing my days. Figuring out the secret to how she was the most joyful person when she was dying. Because I'm living, and I sure as hell don't have a clue how to feel anything but empty.
— Daisy Whitney
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