“The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?”

“None of us are bad people. We float around and we run across each other and we learn about ourselves, and we make mistakes and we do great things. We hurt others, we hurt ourselves, we make others happy and we please ourselves. We can and should forgive ourselves and each other for that.”

“we could hurt each other even when we weren't trying to, and that none of us was as perfect as we liked to pretend.”

“Some days our friends don’t feel as loved as they should, so they spread that hurt around. We’re lucky we have a family that loves each other and is kind to each other. Sometimes we hurt each other’s feelings, too, but we apologize and then we come back around.”

“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 over.”

“How funny we are, I thought, the way we dance about each other, each afraid of being hurt by the other.”