"You cannot make evervone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you. People can only understand us at the depths in which they have met themselves."

I thought I had been caring for him in the ways I knew how—the thousand domestic actions, the long walks, simply being there—yet if he hadn’t registered any of my actions as care, had my caring existed?

— Catherine Lacey, The Möbius Book