Michaela > Michaela's Quotes

“All I can think about is bed.”
“We’re sharing the same thought.”
“You’re thinking about bed too?”
“I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“The world would be a boring place if we were all the same.”
― Allison Rushby, Shooting Stars

“You’re not making a whole lot of sense.”
“I am in my head,” I mutter. What does he need me to do here? Stand up on the table and yell, “Hello! Hot guy! I’m into you!”
― Allison Rushby, Shooting Stars

“But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
― Daphne du Maurier

“I’ve known people that the world has thrown everything at to discourage them...to break their spirit. And yet something about them retains a dignity. They face life and don’t ask quarters.”
― Horton Foote

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“You don’t share me. You own me.”
― Gayle Forman, Where She Went

“I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.”
― Gayle Forman, Where She Went

“Dear Jack:
I have no idea who he was. But he saved me. From you.
I watched from the doorway as he smacked, punched, and threw you against the wall. You fought back hard- I'll give you that- but you were no match for him.
And when it was over- when you'd finally passed out- the boy made direct eye contact with me. He removed the rag from my mouth and asked me if I was okay.
'Yes. I mean, I think so,' I told him.
But it was her that he was really interested in: the girl who was lying unconscious on the floor. Her eyes were swollen, and there looked to be a trail of blood running from her nose.
The boy wiped her face with a rag. And then he kissed her, and held her, and ran his hand over her cheek, finally grabbing his cell to dial 911.
He was wearing gloves, which I thought was weird. Maybe he was concerned about his fingerprints, from breaking in. But once he hung up, he removed the gloves, took the girl's hand, and placed it on the front of his leg- as if it were some magical hot spot that would make her better somehow. Tears welled up in his eyes as he apologized for not getting there sooner.
'I'm so sorry,' he just kept saying.
And suddenly I felt sorry too.
Apparently it was the anniversary of something tragic that'd happened. I couldn't really hear him clearly, but I was pretty sure he'd mentioned visiting an old girlfriend's grave.
'You deserve someone better,' he told her. 'Someone who'll be open and honest; who won't be afraid to share everything with you.' He draped his sweatshirt over her, kissed her behind the ear, and then promised to love her forever.
A couple minutes later, another boy came in, all out of breath. 'Is she alright?' he asked.
The boy who saved me stood up, wiped his tearful eyes, and told the other guy to sit with her until she woke up. And then he went to find scissors for me. He cut me free and brought me out to the sofa. 'My name's Ben,' he said. 'And help is on the way.'
When the girl finally did wake up, Ben allowed the other guy to take credit for saving her life. I wanted to ask him why, but I haven't been able to speak.
That's what this letter is for. My therapist says that I need to tell my side of things in order to regain my voice. She suggested that addressing my thoughts directly to you might help provide some closure.
So far, it hasn't done the trick.
Never your Jill,
Rachael”
― Laurie Faria Stolarz, Deadly Little Voices

“Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It's just too much for them.”
― Phoebe Stone, The Boy on Cinnamon Street

“THUMB,

I HOPE I WILL NOT BORE YOU WITH HOW TOTALLY, TOTALLY I ADORE YOU. THE FUNNY WAY YOU HAVE OF TALKING, THE CUTE WAY YOU HAVE OF WALKING. PLEASE DO NOT FEEL THAT I AM STALKING YOU.

LOVE, HENDERSON”
― Phoebe Stone, The Boy on Cinnamon Street

“I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!"
He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand."
I wasn't cold anymore.”
― Kiersten White, Paranormalcy

“What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?”
― Kiersten White, Paranormalcy

“We sat down and Lend put his arm around me. Every single jaw at the table dropped.

"Man," John said, shaking his head. "All this time I was pretty sure you were gay.”
― Kiersten White, Paranormalcy

“Brianna dropped the skateboard in front of Sam. “Don’t worry: I won’t let you fall off.”

“Yeah? Then why did you bring the helmet?”

Brianna tossed it to him. “In case you fall off.”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“Superpowers, don't always make you a superhero. - Duck”
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“Faeries and vampires were glittery now? Honestly.”
― Kiersten White, Supernaturally

“Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.”
― veronica rossi, Through the Ever Night

“Love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and earth and everything in between.”
― Veronica Rossi, Through the Ever Night

“Do you ever miss anything?'
Perry smiled. 'You, all the time.”
― Veronica Rossi, Through the Ever Night

“There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.”
― Veronica Rossi, Through the Ever Night

“I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.”
― Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail

“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid

“History is always written to serve the powerful.”
― Kevin Emerson, The Lost Code

“You know your Lamborghini is on fire, right?”
― Meg Cabot, Runaway

“Bite me, Harry Potter.”
― Meg Cabot, Runaway

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.”
― Marguerite Duras

“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”
― Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 1809–82

“Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal