Everything That Makes You Quotes

“If we tried to analyze how every little thing changes us, nobody would get anything done.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“Even though Marcus really believed some miracle would happen, he didn't waste a second." He gave a sad, lopsided smile. "So I learned this from my dying brother. Don't waste it."

"Waste what?" she whispered.

He looked at her for a long time. "Everything that makes you.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“I still say you’re an enigma.” With just the smallest smirk, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “But I like a challenge.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“It's just... You sound like lorde. But like, with maple syrup.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“If you don't get up there, the scars are all you'll be.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“It's like Picasso. Cubism.' Fi wrinkled her brow at the subject change but nodded at him to go on. 'That's what it feels like. Someone took reality, pulled it in all directions, cut the stretched out bits into pieces, and then glued everything back together in the wrong places.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“The winter of love is a cellar of empty bins / In an orchard soft with rot."

The soft with rot part sounded so familiar, but it took a few moments before she made the connection as to why. "He was mumbling that to me," she said. A clear image of Marcus, gaunt and pale in his dining room deathbed, lit up her brain. She hadn't thought of him like that in so long. "The last time I saw him."

"He said it was you," Jackson said, suddenly looking at somber as she felt. "You were going to be those empty bins, once he died. And it was maybe the saddest thing I had ever heard.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“If this isn't who you are, why are you so tormented over it?”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“God, but he was beautiful.

After a time, Jackson lifted his free hand and slowly ran a finger under the length of her scar—from the space between her right eyebrow and nose, up her forehead, then repeating the path from under her right ear, up to the outside corner of her right eye.

She didn’t speak, her breath unsteady from watching him, from feeling the gentle weight of his finger against her face.

The circuit complete, he gently rested his palm on her cheek and began tracing the scar once more—this time with his thumb on the new skin.

Under the gentle weight of his thumb, her skin felt tingly. Like a foot that had fallen asleep and was 90 percent awake again.

Oh. Oh.

She could feel it.

She could feel it.

Her whole body tensed at the sensation. His gaze moved from her skin to her eyes. His palm still rested on her cheek, and his thumb rubbed lightly back and forth against the actual scar line. “Go out with me,” he said.

“We are out.” Her voice came out as husky as his, like they were in a crowded library, not alone on the beach.

“Out out. Friday night, after you play.” He smiled, leaning in a little closer. “We’ll toast the standing ovation.”

She frowned at this reminder. “More like drink away my sorrows.”

“Or that.” He leaned closer and said again, “Go out with me.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“If I was left to become me without you- God, Fi, I have no idea who I'd be.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“Trent felt almost like a place to her- the only place she could just be.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“You are an enigma.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“You shouldn't fall back on catchphrases. You should speak your own philosophy.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You

“Let me live vicariously through you.”
― Moriah McStay, Everything That Makes You