b > b's Quotes

“When you are a human being, you must decide and decide again to go forward. You must, or you won't move from the worst that life offers...”
― Deb Caletti, A Heart in a Body in the World

“Boys or girls, friends or lovers[…] it wouldn’t matter. Don’t forget we’re only ever soldiers here in Shangyu.”
― Elsie Chapman, A Thousand Beginnings and Endings

“I envy the mortals. It's because they're weak and damaged that they can love. She shakes her head. We need nothing. They’re lucky to need each other.”
― Julie Berry, Lovely War

“Guy don't need no sense to be a nice fella. Seems to me sometimes it jus' works the other way around. Take a real smart guy and he ain't hardly ever a nice fella.”
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“I'm going to float again. I know it will happen.
This moment will pass. Another one will come. Hard will come—grief and dark and worry and loss. Again. Again. Sooner. Later
There's a chance I'll float out of it for the rest of my life.”
― Helena Fox, How It Feels to Float

“In the sketch, I was sitting on the garden wall, my face in profile as I stared into the distance. My eyes were unfocused. A cigarette burned, forgotten, between my fingers. Raf drew me as I was, with round curves, folds in my stomach, and chubby thighs—but through his eyes I was beautiful. Because those features were just small parts of the picture. My face, which undoubtedly was blotchy from crying that night, was clear and angled. Even my messy bun was more of a purposeful updo, with soft tendrils that framed my face. The shirt that I'd been wearing that I'd worried was too tight instead hugged my curves purposefully and exposed a little cleavage. Or at least, that's how Raf had drawn it.”
― Lizzy Mason, The Art of Losing

“What kind of person is so hard on the inside that she cries diamonds?”
― Danielle Paige, Dorothy Must Die