What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.
it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will
Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.
He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.
Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.
The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.
I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.
I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.
I felt nothing all the time, and it had started to feel normal. It should have scared me, but it didn't.
The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.
And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.
She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.
I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind.
I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.
Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.
I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.
I'd dressed up and hoped and I was so tired of doing that, so tired of dreaming and being unable to stop it despite the fact that I'd seen, maybe better than anyone here, what dreams could do to you.
I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.
I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.
Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.
Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die." Kate to Will
Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.
Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.
There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.
I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.
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