Prom Quotes

“The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds," I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. "Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the problem cannot be solved with diplomacy, but will instead require force.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“We’re not the Faster-than-the-Speed-of-Light Generation anymore. We’re not even the Next-New-Thing Generation. We’re the Soon-to-Be-Obsolete Kids, and we’ve crowded in here to hide from the future and the past. We know what’s up – the future looms straight ahead like a black wrought-iron gate and the past is charging after us like a badass Doberman, only this one doesn’t have any letup in him.”
― Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

“And from the whole she deduced this useful lesson, that to go previously engaged to a ball, does not necessarily increase either the dignity or enjoyment of a young lady.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“Elizabeth Bennet, will you do me the great honor of not going to prom with me?”
― Elizabeth Eulberg, Prom & Prejudice

“Once upon a time there was an eighteen-year-old girl who dragged her butt out of bed and hauled it all the way to school on a sunny day in May.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson

“My name is CRPS, or so they say
But I actually go by; a few different names.
I was once called causalgia,
nearly 150 years ago
And then I had a new name It was RSD, apparently so.

I went by that name because the burn lived inside of me.
Now I am called CRPS, because I have so much to say I struggle to be free.
I don't have one symptom and this is where I change, I attack the home of where I live; with shooting/burning pains.
Depression fills the mind of the body I belong, it starts to speak harsh to self, negativity growing strong.
Then I start to annoy them; with the issues with sensitivity,
You'd think the pain enough; but no, it wants to make you aware of its trembling disability.
I silently make my move; but the screams are loud and clear, Because I enter your physical reality and you can't disappear.
I confuse your thoughts; I contain apart of your memory,
I cover your perspective, the fog makes it sometimes unbearable to see.
I play with your temperature levels, I make you nervous all the time -
I take away your independance and take away your pride.
I stay with you by the day & I remind you by the night,
I am an awful journey and you will struggle with this fight.
Then there's a side to me; not many understand,
I have the ability to heal and you can be my friend.
Help yourself find the strength to fight me with all you have, because eventually I'll get tired of making you grow mad.
It will take some time; remember I mainly live inside your brain,
Curing me is hard work but I promise you,
You can beat me if you feed love to my pain.
Find the strength to carry on and feed the fears with light; hold on to the seat because, like I said, it's going to be a fight.
But I hope to meet you, when your healthy and healed, & you will silenty say to me - I did this, I am cured is this real?
That day could possibly come; closer than I want-
After all I am a disease and im fighting for my spot.

I won't deny from my medical angle, I am close to losing the " incurable " battle.”
― Nikki Rowe

“Did you know you have the chance to be the first black queen in Campbell history?”

I swallow. I did know that. Of course I know that. But I don’t like it being held against me. I don’t like the implication in her tone.

You could make history if you just follow our rules.

You could be a real credit to your people if you just straighten up and fly right.

You could actually be worth something if you would shut up and take what we give you.”
― Leah Johnson, You Should See Me in a Crown

“But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her.
"Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay.
"I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.”
― Alyson Noel, Art Geeks and Prom Queens

“Maybe we'll have vampire prom."
He shot me an appalled look. "What is this, Twilight?”
― Veronica Wolff, Vampire's Kiss

“Is Lisa going to the prom?"
I shelved my worries for the moment. "I don't know, Mom. We don't talk about the You-Know-What. We made a pact."
"You could go together, if you didn't want to mess with dates and things."
"I don't want to mess with the prom at all, Mom."
She ignored me, placidly eating popcorn, piece by piece. "Some girls in my high school class did that and had a wonderful time. They weren't lesbians or anything. Not that it would matter if they were."
"That's nice, Mom. I'm glad you're so open-minded." I grabbed my Coke and the popcorn bowl and headed for the stairs, because I could go my whole life without ever hearing my mother talk about lesbians again.
"Maybe you could take Justin to the prom," she called after me, laughter in her voice. "He is such a hottie."
Shoot me now.”
― Rosemary Clement-Moore, Prom Dates from Hell

“Guys don't understand great art. They don't care that sometimes the camera has power beyond the photographer to record emotion that only the heart can see. They're threatened when the camera jumps ahead of me. Todd Kovich was pissed when I brought my Nikon to the prom, but I'd missed too many transcendent shots over the years to ever take a chance of missing one again. A prom, I told him, had a boundless supply of photogenic bozos who could be counted on to do something base.”
― Joan Bauer, Thwonk

“Prom night can be a special night, if you let it be. I know you think it's for losers and something that popular kids do because they are boring people with porcelain hearts who don't know what it means to be lonely. But you're wrong. Prom is a chance for everyone to try oral sex. Go for it. ”
― Eugene Mirman, The Will to Whatevs: A Guide to Modern Life

“Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.”
― Cecily White, Prophecy Girl

“According to Sarah, who had gone two years ago, prom was famous for being an overpriced disappointment where most people had no fun.”
― Cammie McGovern, Say What You Will

“She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.”
― Lauren Kate, Unforgiven

“I don’t know whose bright idea it was to turn the prom into a masquerade ball, but whoever it was, I’m going to kick them in the balls for it.”
― Melyssa Winchester, Hear Me Now

“After that, a strange thing happened: Amy couldn't stop her expectations from rising. She imagined herself transformed and beautiful, like Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink, with her homemade dress and mysterious lace boots. She pictured her hair in an upsweep of loose curls. In the fantasy, her prom face looked like the one she only wore asleep, loose and relaxed. She imagined a photographer asking her to smile and, for the first time in her life, being able to do it.”
― Cammie McGovern, Say What You Will

“I lay down and started to feel a little depressed about prom. I refused to feel any kind of sadness over the fact that I wasn't going to prom, but I had - stupidly, embarrassingly - thought of finding Margo, and getting her to come home with me just in time for prom, like late on Saturday night, and we'd walk into the Hilton ballroom wearing jeans and ratty T-shirts, and we'd be just in time for the last dance, and we'd dance while everyone pointed at us and marveled at the return of Margo, and then we'd fox-trot the hell out of there and go get ice cream at Friendly's. So yes, like Ben, I harbored ridiculous prom fantasies. But at least I didn't say mine out loud.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Mean girls die young, sweetie. Take my word for it.”
― Lena Brown

“A bout of nerves crept up my spine and I tilted my head at him, hoping I was imagining the heat spreading over my cheeks to spare myself the embarrassment of blushing merely because he was piercing me with those chocolate eyes that I had never noticed were so amazing. “What are you staring at?”

“Can I take you to prom?” He asked me. Just like that, no hesitation or insecurity to be found in his tone or facial expression. His confidence caught me completely off guard and I gaped at him in a stunned silence for almost twenty full seconds. His expression never faltered, though. He just watched my mouth work to make some sort of intelligible sound, waiting for my answer as he oozes at least the illusion of complete calm.

“Huh?” I blurted in an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak. I sounded like a chipmunk and his smirk made me turn a deep shade of red. “Um… Uh… Prom?” I managed, eloquent as ever.

He laughed at me fondly, nodding his head. “Yeah, prom.”

Shock was not a deep enough word to describe what I was feeling over this proposal. This was Jim, the kid who swore up and down he would rather gouge out his eyes with a grapefruit spoon than put on dress clothes and he was offering to take me to a place where flannel shirts and ratty jeans were unacceptable and dance me around a room in uncomfortable shoes all night long? This couldn’t be real life.

But it was real life. I was sitting in the car with him with my mouth hanging open like a fish waiting for him to laugh and tell me he was kidding, that there was no way he was going to put on a tie for my benefit, and he was sitting right there, a slightly nervous look crossing his features over my dumbstruck expression. Breathe, Lizzie, I scolded myself. Answer him! Say yes!

You could have knocked me over with a feather and I was very relieved to be sitting down in a car so I could prevent anything humiliating from happening. Having already proved I could not trust my voice to answer him I jerkily nodded my head as my mouth grew into a Cheshire cat sized smile. I turned my face away and hid behind my hair as if I could hide my excitement from the world. Jim was visibly euphoric and that only made me want to squeal even more. He was excited to take me out. How cool was that?”
― Melissa Simmons, Best Thing I Never Had

“Are you trying to be subtle? Because I know you're talking about the honeybunnyless prom tragedy that is my life.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“I liked my face. Ethan liked my face. A lot of people liked my face. Besides, makeup was really just glorified face paint.”
― D.A. Paul, Boost

“My prom life is over. And so, I am afraid, is my life.”
― Meg Cabot, Princess in Pink

“Do you think he'll want me to wear an eye-patch matching his tux?”
― K.A. Merikan, Not Like Other Boys

“M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm?

J: He's just a fiend. We barely know each other.

M: Nice, The stuff dreams are made of.”
― Kelly Bingham, Formerly Shark Girl

“M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm?

J: He's just a friend. We barely know each other.

M: Nice. The stuff dreams are made of.”
― Kelly Bingham, Formerly Shark Girl

“This prom sounds about as sexy as Vacation Bible School.”
― Greg Howard

“Charlie drove up before any of the other boys, substituting speed for style, and hit the curb. His right front tire fell off and the hub ground against the asphalt of the driveway, sending a shower of sparks into the sea of taffeta and chintz. Girls banged into each other like pool balls, trying to avoid bursting into flame.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey

“Saying his name out loud is a reminder of everything I've lost. "My boyfriend. I guess he's still my boyfriend." I touch my infinity necklace.

"I don't know when I'll see him again. And who's he going to take to prom?" Ayesha's mouth drops open, and she tries to hold in a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I love how prom is on the list right after freedom and breathing."

"Oh my God. That's totally ridiculous, right? There are these moments when I still think this place isn't real- like it's a horrible dream. And for that minute, my mind feels free to think about, like, prom."

"I get it. We have to have those moments of remembering that we're human and thinking of regular stuff, or else the weight of this place would crush us. Like, have you seen Footloose?”
― Samira Ahmed, Internment