I'll be fine, they tell me. I won't die. It'll just hurt a lot.
The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.
Always do what you're afraid to do... I will prove myself strong when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave when they think I am weak.
He was a person who couldn't fake a smile but smiled often.
Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.
Be sad, be sorry- but don't shoulder it.
Here I am frozen, when I deserve to burn.
If you want to live where people are not afraid of mice, you must give up living in palaces.
He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.
We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.
There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.
Things are messed up in the world, that's all.
Be a little kinder than you have to. Never eat anything bigger than your ass Do not accept an evil you can change Always do what your afraid to do
It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers.
We are Sinclairs. Beautiful. Privileged. Damaged. Liar. We live, least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know.
We looked at the sky. So many stars, it seemed like a celebration, a grand, illicit party the galaxy was holding after the humans had been put to bed.
The universe was good because he was in it.
I think an inspirational quote can get you through hard times.
He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the galaxy.
But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victmized. Like the world is so unfair.
People think of hearts when they think of love, but a heart is a bloody organ in the body. It doesn't have any emotions. It's like a metaphor for love that has nothing to do with what love actually is.
Suffer. You could say it means endure, but that's not exactly right
I own a well- used library card and not much else, though it is true I live in a grand house full of expensive, useless objects.
In America, here is how we operate: We work for what we want, and we get ahead. We never take no for answer, and we deserve the rewards of our perseverance.
Divorce shreds the muscles of our hearts so that they will hardly beat without a struggle.
I'd a million times rather live and risk and have it all end badly than stay in the box I've been in for the past two years.
I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes... it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal-or completely shattered.
Absorbing the fact that sometimes, people do cut you slack and forgive you and want you anyway. Sometimes they do. And when they do, even if it's not a happy ending, it is delicious
Singin' in the Rain was most excellent if you like movies where people burst into song and tap-dance. Which I do, though not as much as I like movies where people don't.
It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can't see who you are. It is better to lead than to follow. It is better to speak up than stay silent. It is better to open doors than to shut them on people. She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her to be. That Bunny Rabbit is dead.
There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.
It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.
When you hate someone you used to love, and you think he's done something awful - he probably has.
Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.
What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love?
Everything doesn't seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you're young.
Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says "Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed" -because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk.
Silence is a protective coating over pain.
I love the idea of the big life - the life that matters, the life that makes a difference. The life where stuff happens, where people take action. The opposite of the life where the girl can't even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren't even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.
I can't forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen," I said. "I'm a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.