Shug Quotes

“Some girls are pretty, and it’s like they were destined for it. They were meant to be pretty, and as for the rest of us, well, we get to exist on the outer edges of life. It’s like moths. They’re the same as butterflies, aren’t they? They’re just gray. They can’t help being gray, they just are. But butterflies, they’re a million different colors, yellow and emerald and cerulean blue. They’re pretty. Who’d dare kill a butterfly? I don’t know of a single soul who’d lift a finger against a butterfly. But most anybody would swat at a moth like it was nothing, and all because it isn’t pretty. Doesn’t seem fair, not at all.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“People are gonna disappoint you sometimes. We’re flawed creatures. Not one of us is perfect, not even you, and you’ve gotta let people mess up and then you’ve gotta forgive them. That’s just life.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Some girls are pretty and they were born for it but no matter what always be yourself because people might see the wrong side of you”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Things can’t stay the same forever, Annemarie. People change; they grow up. That’s the way it’s supposed to happen.”
― jenny han, Shug

“people who don’t face their problems head-on are the worst kind of cowards.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“As I bicycle home, it starts to rain, cold, almost-snow kind of rain, and I’m glad. I can blame my wet cheeks on the rain.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“All of this love crap makes me want to puke.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don’t want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to forget it ever happened. You want to stay home from school.”
― jenny han, Shug

“There is something about walking into a room full of boys that makes you feel exposed, inadequate, like you come up short in every way that matters. It didn't used to be like this, and I don't know when it changed, but now it feels like it was always this way.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“I am wearing an old yellow sundress of Celia's, and I have tied my hair back with green ribbon. I think I look real nice. And all they see is the cake.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“People will love you or hate you for being different, but who’s to say which way it’ll go? You never know. It’s completely arbitrary.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don't want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to forget it ever happened.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Your mouth is writin' checks your butt can't cash”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“it’s hard to believe everything won’t be this way forever—the two of us on our bikes going”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“to be beautiful”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“am”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Sorry”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Sherilyn”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Gillybush?”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“stand”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“kind”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“The main”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“tight.”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“so”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“load”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“since”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“foolin’,”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“afternoon”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“fiery”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Last year I caught Mark copying Jack Connelly’s homework on the bus. He pretended like it was no big deal in front of his buddies, but when I threatened to tell his mama, Mrs. Findley, he started boohooing like a little baby. The dumbest part is that Jack Connelly is easily the least smart person in our grade. If Mark’s a troglodyte, Jack is king of the troglodytes. Mark gapes at me and shakes his head disgustedly. “Geez, Annemarie, why’d you have to bring that up? You started it.” “I was just foolin’, and if you weren’t so dense, you’d know better than to criticize a girl’s looks. It’s degrading, and it’s, well, it’s sexist.” I raise my eyebrows high and dare him to disagree. “What a load of crap. You can say whatever you want to me, and I can’t say jack to you?” Mark says, shaking his head again. “That’s dumb.” “That’s the way it goes,” I say. “And anyway, you didn’t have to rub it in about Celia. I know she’s prettier than me.” My sister Celia is the kind of girl whose hair curls just right in a ponytail. She is smaller than me, the kind of small that boys want to scoop up and hold on to real tight. I am too tall for even my daddy to scoop up anymore, much less a sixth grade boy. Boys like Celia; they go crazy”
― Jenny Han, Shug