Caitlyn Allison > Caitlyn's Quotes

“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.”
― William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
― Lewis Carroll

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“Don't think or judge, just listen.”
― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“A miracle that can never be: your face, your hands, pledged to me.”
― Julie Berry, All the Truth That's in Me

“It's strange though. People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore, do you? It's just the way they look.”
― Alex Flinn, Beastly

“In case you didn't know, dead people don't bleed. If you can bleed-see it, feel it-then you know you're alive. It's irrefutable, undeniable proof. Sometimes I just need a little reminder.”
― Amy Efaw, After

“A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.”
― E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

“I don't want to hear any words like that while I'm here. Scout, you'll get in trouble if you go around saying things like that. You want to grow up to be a lady, don't you?'

I said not particularly.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good.”
― Alex Flinn, Beastly

“Maybe, to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce.”
― Mark Twain

“Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“I think you've got to get out whatever's hurting you through your art, so it doesn't twist you up inside.”
― Cheryl Rainfield, Scars

“We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.”
― George Bernard Shaw

“That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.”
― Tim O'Brien

“Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real… He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool, by the mad mob who, having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand… Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth, do we turn to the unseen but more enduring things of life; and.. we strive to hear and see the things we have so long refused to consider. Pete knew a world unseen by us, and we, therefore, fancied ourselves wiser than he. The wind in the pines, the rustle of the leaves, the murmur of the brook, the growl of thunder, and the voices of the night were all understood and answered by him. The flowers, the trees, the rocks, the hills, the clouds were to him, not lifeless things, but living friends, who laughed and wept with him as he was gay or sorrowful. ‘Poor Pete,’ we said. Was he in truth, poorer or richer than we?”
― Harold Bell Wright, The Shepherd of the Hills