Ingrid > Ingrid's Quotes

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“We all need a place where we feel safe. A secret place that we like to think is ours.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“The day has passed rapidly, or so it felt. I can barely believe the sun has already set behind the pale sandy hills. And yet, as soon as I see his motionless figure in front of the house, I could swear it took forever to get there.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“I am condemned to forever be this eternal blooming rose that will never physically wilt, nor physically blossom. I'll have to carry with me the burden of my condition, like a poison seeding itself throughout my stem, leaving my petals untouched. I'll be the only one to feel the venom burning, the only one to know it envelops me like a silver chain. Despite this ruthless battle inside of my being, I'm doomed to bear this perfect picture of mine in the mirror. The thought makes me despise my own reflection.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“What hurts is to have no one to hold. What hurts is to be dead, and forced to survive. What hurts is that trying to survive breaks me.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“All my memories come crashing through, but they give me the strength to carry on. They’re mine to keep, and even though they’ll bear his name, I’m glad they’re a part of me. They are my own bits of life.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“Maybe I shouldn’t, but I allow myself to lose myself in his warmth one last time. It’s so tender that for too long I’ve wrongfully seen it as an embrace that could save me. It would have been a beautiful story, and sometimes believing in it was just enough. But time doesn’t stand still. Time always finds us.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“The darkness is thick enough to conceal the worst crimes, leaving behind nothing but the fading stench of burning flesh that creeps into our nose and dies inside our veins. I open the window a tiny bit, finding little comfort in the thought that the distant screams of pain would awake me. I would be strong enough to lull myself into believing it was just a dream. The blissful dream of a lonely heart that finds succor in the everlasting arms of a fantasy.”
― Ingrid Nickelsen, For Better or for Worse

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“The Darkest Minds tend to hide behind the most unlikely faces.”
― Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me