Sarah Walker > Sarah's Quotes

“Sighing my sadness into him, I gently kiss his lips. I will remember this moment for eternity.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, I Am Her...

“Yeah, why would he want me to be crazy? Crazy chicks can't be all that much fun- well, except to themselves I suppose.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, I Am Her...

“After shutting off the phone to ignore the incessant ringing, I'm proud of myself. I hear nothing but silence. There is nothing torturing me. There is no sound to make me jump or panic. There is nothing but complete silence, well, Except In My Head, but whatever.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, I Am Her...

“I wanted, but I refused to take.
Now I resent, what I do not have.”
― Sarah Ann Walker

“I can't help but think of the years and years of awful I’ve had. My years of horror and sadness just seem to never fully rest. This life of mine has been an absolute agony.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, I Am Her...

“This was never my shit. This was just a life of agony for me in a place of insanity.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, This is me...

“FUCK, SUZANNE!!  Can't you handle anything sanely, for fucking once?!  Don't lose it right now, PLEASE!  I'm begging you to stay sane, just this once.  For ME!  I can't handle watching you freak out AND deal with this death too. Just stay sane- for ME- just ONCE!”
― Sarah Ann Walker, THIS is me...

“I was lucky that my parents really didn't care what I did. I was lucky that their bedroom was across the upstairs landing, with the bathroom on my side of the house so they couldn't hear me hop in the shower every night regardless of the time. I was lucky they weren't observant, but I wouldn't have cared anyway. My only concern was making sure I was always physically ready for Him to come to me”
― Sarah Ann Walker, My Dear Stranger

“I am here now, half alive, but alive. I am no longer waiting for the world outside to let me live, slow and sure, as I finally learn how to breathe alone.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, My Dear Stranger

“Christina, thank you for thinking I’m wicked awesome- right back atcha.”
― Sarah Ann Walker, Choices...