Juli. > Juli.'s Quotes

“A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

“I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work. Let my skin sink into the armchair and lose its shape. Lose its form. Collapse into a sigh.”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

“Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there, and nothing more.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

“I told DeVante he’s a video game thot. He told me to shut up. We’re cool like that though.”
― Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Your daughter died of laughter. It’s an infectious disease. I did everything I could.”
― Liesl Shurtliff, Red: The (Fairly) True Tale of Red Riding Hood

“Not like hiding from the zombies, but it's... I don't know. Yeah, that's it.  I'm scared because I don't know.”
― Thomas Jenner, Kellie's Diary #2

“Had this woman ever loved him? Had she ever truly, honestly cared? The answer was right before him, sitting in the fast-cooling water, two significant cuts, one across each of her dainty wrists. Yet, even at six, he knew, if she had loved him, even a little, she would not have taken her own life as he, her son, her only child, slept, hungry and hurt and without a soul to turn to, laying in the floor of a two-room shack on the edge of nowhere.”
― R.K. Latch, Welcome to the Family

“They cry, “But I WANT to be a writer!” And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It’s simple. Write.”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

“There was a mailman I loved as a little girl. He would stop at the communal mailbox On the street In the center of the apartment complex And begin sorting mail away Into 150 different little boxes We lived in 1202 I would rush from my house To greet the mailman And he would talk to me as he worked Filing away bills and cards and coupons He would ask me questions Quiz me And give me a piece of Bazooka gum For every question I got right I would spin around and crush my sneakers rocking up and down on my toes I would curl one piece of hair Around my finger while I thought of the answers I would slide my tongue between my teeth and the windows where they were missing And between every mailbox The mailman would look at me and smile He’d pat me on the cheek And tell me That I was as smart as he was. As smart as any man. And I believed him. Because why wouldn’t I? I was 8. I knew that George Bush would win the election. I knew the Pythagorean theorem. I read 300 books from the public library And I could draw every animal by memory. I liked him ’cause he gave me chewing gum And talked to me in his low voice Calm and soft Not the shrill, high-pitched voice They would use on my baby brother. One day the mailman didn’t show up for work I ran out and stopped in my tracks There was a different man there I asked if my friend was sick The imposter ignored me The new mailman showed up a few days in a row The kids in the neighborhood said The old one had a heart attack in a bowl of spaghetti And died with noodles up his nose I cried One Wednesday I ran out to the new mailman And asked if he had any gum He told me to stay away Because he didn’t want to get in trouble like Charlie I didn’t know my friend’s name was Charlie And I didn’t know how I could have gotten him in trouble So I asked my mom How you could give someone a heart attack And she rubbed her head and stretched her feet across the couch and said, “It feels like you’re gonna give me one right now.” I didn’t want my mom to die too. So I hid in my room And I cried Because I was 8 And a murderer.”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

“Why did the chicken cross the road.” Vera ignored him. “To get to the idiot’s house... Knock knock.” “Who’s there,” said Vera. “The chicken.”
― Netherite Warrior, Diary of a Nifty Netherite Warrior Season 1 (books 1 - 5): An unofficial Minecraft Fan Book

“Empathy. I am supposed to look at you and know how you might feel, feel what you feel, but honestly, what does any of us get except a reflection of our own thoughts and feelings?”
― Blake Pierce, The Girl He Pined

“Alright. Bye, Mom.” “Bye, Baby.” I hit end and waved to her in the window, smiling as she waved back. I couldn’t be sure from this distance, but it looked like her eyes might’ve been a bit misty. When I finally turned to Colton, he was staring at me with an odd expression. “What?” I asked. “Did you just…call your mom to tell her you snuck out of the house?” he said slowly. I nodded as I pulled on my seatbelt and clicked it into place. “Of course. I didn’t want her to worry.” “You know that’s not how it’s usually done, right? The whole point of sneaking out is so your parents won’t know and get on your case about it.” “Yeah, but my mom’s cool. We have an understanding.” Colton shook his head in amazement. “You’re something else, Sadie Day.”
― Cookie O'Gorman, The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“Manchee and me are quiet as possible going past the front door of the Church. Praying Noise comes from inside, it’s got a special feel to it, a special purply sick feel like men are bleeding it out, even tho it’s always the same stuff but the purply blood just keeps on coming. Help us, save us, forgive us, help us, save us, forgive us, get us outta here, please, God, please, God, please, God, tho as far as I know no one’s never heard no Noise back from this God fella.”
― Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

“Still gasping for breath from the exertion of the chase, the colonel lifted his rifle and aimed at the closest mountain lion. The crack of the colonel’s rifle rang through the night air, echoing off the surrounding mountains. A piece of bark flew up next to the lion as the cat leapt to a different branch of the tree. Swearing in anger that he had missed the shot, the colonel took several steps closer, levered his rifle, and fired again. Once more, the lion leaped away just in time, slinking from branch to branch as her brother hissed and snarled to keep the frenzied, stupid tree-climbing dogs at bay. Serafina ran toward her brother and sister as fast as she could, her claws out and ready to fight. The colonel fired again, and then again, twigs breaking, bark exploding, the lions hissing and snarling, the sound of the repeated shots echoing across the mist-filled valley. Discouraged by the colonel’s poor accuracy, the other hunters began to position themselves to shoot the mountain lions themselves and get it over with. “My shot!” he screamed again as he moved closer. Serafina ran straight toward them, her powerful chest expanding with raging power. She was almost there. But on the colonel’s next shot, she heard the bullet thwack into her sister’s body. Serafina watched helplessly as her sister fell from the branch of the tree and tumbled through midair, her limbs flailing as she plummeted toward the rocks below.”
― Robert Beatty, Serafina and the Seven Stars

“She shakes her head, fiercely. “You idiot! You stupid fucking IDIOT!” She don’t say effing.”
― Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

“God, it’s hard work being a person sometimes.”
― Rachael Lucas, The State of Grace

“Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?”
― Cookie O'Gorman, The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“Tray didn’t say anything, so Loryn got impatient. She turned back to me. “Long story short, I been fucking your man. He’s mine now.” “Bitch, what?”
― Tanisha Stewart, Everybody Ain't Your Friend