Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

this is why people shouldn’t commit suicide, because maybe, someday, you might get to sit in the shade with someone who is refreshingly different!

Sometimes, what you do for one night destroys your future.

girls wear bold, old clothes with deliberately ’50s hairdos. Dear Women of New York: You are superior.

Everyone’s a philosopher after a suicide.

We are built to walk. Not to SoulCycle and jog and hike. Walking is mental. You sharpen your thoughts and process your emotions.

There was a study that said all relationship dynamics are determined by the first interaction.

She doesn’t even know why they had kids, they’re so in love with each other. “You hear about moms being like, fuck my husband, I love my babies now,” she says.

it’s only because of me that he knows what it was to be poor.” “I understand,” I say. “Of course you do,” she says. “You’re from New York.”

I’m still convinced that there’s a special department in heaven where they build vaginas and if you’re lucky like I am, one day you happen upon the one that was built for you.

The key is not just to continue believing, after all, but the key to life is to believe in something that matters, something big and beautiful, something more profound than fame, money.

He doesn’t have kids of his own. Some people are born to be uncles

sometimes rich white people remind me of teenagers who can’t stop picking at their scabs.

They forgot that the sweetest thing in life is to be alone, as you were born, as you will die, soaking in the sun, knowing that you put the cactus in the right place, that you don’t need someone to come along and compliment your work, that someone who did that would, in fact, just be getting in the way.

It is possible to know people. They show you who they are. You just have to be looking.

they want to act like it fucking matters so much, like what you eat for dinner is so interesting but it’s not! It’s fucking food! Just eat it and shit it and be done with it and don’t feel special cuz you eat that shit with someone because in the end we all shit alone!

We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we’re never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything.

but it’s like the difference between a movie and a book: A book lets you choose how much of the blood you want to see. A book gives you the permission to see the story as you want, as your mind directs. You interpret. Your Alexander Portnoy doesn’t look like mine because we all have our own unique view. When you finish a movie you leave the theater with your friend and talk about the movie right away. When you finish a book you think.

IT’S true what they say about happiness. If you approach life from a place of gratitude, you’re more apt to enjoy things.

Nature is an inherently forward beast; footsteps disappear, past hurts fade.

I bet he wasn’t even in love with his wife when he proposed to her. I bet he was just with her and I bet she was dropping hints and I bet he was one of those guys who proposes because he’s thirty, because he figures it’s time to get married and settle down. I bet there was no love in his heart when he got down on one knee and asked the girl to marry him, not any more than usual, I mean.

your intuition is stronger than science, truer than a molecule.