Abby Molenda > Abby's Quotes

“People don't change. They just get better at hiding who they really are.”
― Courtney Summers, Sadie

“I wish this was a love story. A love story about lovers whose mouths meet like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly into place, about the electric feeling of one person's name on the other's tongue because no one has ever spoken them out loud like that before. About people who spend the night together looking at the stars until entire constellations exist within them. Everyone is perfect in that indistinct way most characters are and every perfectly constructed scene in their fictional lives is somehow more real than anything you've known or lived. Love stories, romances, leave a person secure in the knowledge they'll end Happily Ever After and who wouldn't want a story like that? I wish this was a love story because I know how it goes in one like mine, where the only moments of reprieve are the spaces between its lines.”
― Courtney Summers, Sadie

“Ask me again.

Ask me how I'm doing.

Just ask.

I'll tell.

But he doesn't ask. Instead, he says he's proud of me and stands up, eyes lingering on the bathroom door for a second as the water turns off.

He kisses the top of my head. "What did I ever do to deserve such a perfect daughter?"

My chest deflates. I swallow my words.

I hide them deep behind my ribs, tucked neatly by my heart, with all the other words I keep.”
― Erin Stewart

“We are, in the end, a sum of our parts, and when the body fails, all the virtues we hold dear go with it.”
― Susannah Cahalan, Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness

“Sometimes, Just when we need them, life wraps metaphors up in little bows for us. When you think all is lost, the things you need the most return unexpectedly.”
― Susannah Cahalan, Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness

“Missing him was a smoke burn in my middle: a small round hole, black at the edges.”
― Nancy Tucker, The First Day of Spring

“When someone you knew died, you didn't die with them. You carried on, and you went through phases and chapters so different they felt like whole different lives, but in all of those lives the dead person was still dead. Dead whether you were sad or happy, dead whether you thought about them or didn't, dead whether you missed them or not. If it didn't last, it wasn’t real dying, it was just someone caring so little they disappeared.”
― Nancy Tucker, The First Day of Spring

“But my insides are made of seawater, warped wood, and rusty nails.”
― E. Lockhart, Family of Liars

“She is a ghost climbing out of the sea, returning to the spot where no one loved her quite enough to keep her safe.”
― E. Lockhart, Family of Liars

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower