How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.
Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.
He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.
Luck never gives; it lends.
I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.
Some things have to be believed to be seen. -Ralph Hodgson
Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman
I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.
Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
Looking back, it was the thing in his life that shamed him the most: the times he was purposefully, calculatingly mean to Alice. It was those moments, and there had been many of them, that indicated to him that he was not a good person. He got mad at her for many things, but it was always really for the same thing: that she possessed his love and he couldn't seem to get it back. She didn't deserve it, which was to say she deserved better
Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over.
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.
All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.
She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.
A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.
Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.
Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. "I like that you let yourself be suprised.
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.
Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?
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