The Summer I Wasn't Me Quotes

“The truth was, I had never felt sad about being gay. It was just another part of who I was, no different than my size seven feet or 20/20 vision. The part I hated was the hiding; the pretending to be someone I wasn't; the steady, tormenting harassment that came in the form of Bible scripture and church sermons, the constant fear that if people found out, they would hate me, ridicule me, possibly even hurt me. That stuff sucked.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“See, that's the problem with getting hit by lightning. You get burned.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“You can’t pray the gay away.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“Sounds like a pretty miserable existence to me, to have to keep denying who you are every second of your life.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“Put to death? I thought God was supposed to be all about forgiveness, not the death penalty.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“What if the only thing that's standing between us right now is our fear?”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“If there’s anything worth any risk at all, it’s got to be love, right?”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“See, that’s the problem with getting hit by lightning. You get burned.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“...this is your life. It's not your mom's. You have to do what makes you happy too”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“If there's anything worth any risk at all, it's got to be love, right?”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“The activity for the day is Avoiding Satanic Influences”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“If New Horizons is, like Kaylee said, the tool God gave me to create a better life, I'm pretty sure I'm using it wrong.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me

“I'm about to wake Brianna up to see if she knows anything when Carolyn comes in. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she's wearing workout clothes - sports bra, cropped leggins, running shoes.
For a moment, I'm speechless. She's sweaty, her face is bright red from exertion, and she's slightly out of breath. Her ab muscles pulse as she takes a swig from her water bottle. She smiles at me, her lips wet from the water or sweat or both, and something strange happen-I feel like a hand has clenched around my insides and is tugging, urging me toward her, and I suddenly feel very warm. Hot, even. Like I've been hit with a fever. I have to remind myself to breathe.
She's even more beautiful now than she was yesterday.
And here I am, in this ridiculous pink sack, probably with major bedhead.”
― Jessica Verdi, The Summer I Wasn't Me