A Week of Mondays Quotes

“The truth is, we are never just one thing. We all have many titles and many labels, but far too often, we get trapped inside a single definition. The Teacher's Pet, the Rule Follower, the Cheerleader, the Athlete, the Princess, the Basket Case, the Criminal... the Rock Star's Girlfriend. Whether we wrote that definition or it was given to us, it somehow becomes our only identity. We get so lost in it that we forget about all the other pieces that make up who we are.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“It’s like I became so obsessed with doing things right, I forgot to enjoy them.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“Telling people what they want to hear is not the same thing as winning”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“I don’t know. I guess I’d just like to see you live one day for yourself.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“A small shift in perspective and everything falls into place”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“When my phone chimes with a text message on Monday morning, I'm still in that dreamy state between sleep and awake where you can pretty much convince yourself of anything. Like that a teen Mick Jagger is waiting in your driveway to take you to school. Or that your favorite book series ended with an actual satisfying conclusion, instead of what the author tried to pass off as a satisfying conclusion.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“I’m so tired of crying.
I’m so tired of losing.
I’m just so tired.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“Have you ever noticed how many worlds there are out there? Infinite. An infinite number of worlds. And they all function separately from each other. Like unrelated specks of dirt floating in the air. Sometimes two specks will collide, momentarily affecting each other, but most of the time they just keep on floating, completely unaware that any other specks exist.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“The truth is, we are never just one thing. We all have many titles and labels, but far too often, we get trapped inside a single definition. We get so lost in it that we forget about all the other pieces that make up who we are.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“He has an Android operating system and you have Apple. It's a compatibility issue. You'll never get along. You may as well just end it now.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“And I hear music. The kind you can dance to. The kind that drowns out the rest of the world. Because when you find what you're looking for - when you finally get it right - everything else is just noise.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“He looks at me. I look at him. Neither of us speaks. And yet it's like we're both saying everything.
No. Not saying it.
Screaming it.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“But there’s nothing.
My life is one big meaningless cycle of nothingness.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“I'm sugar and spice and all things nice. And look how well that's turned out for me so far.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“Hello,’ I say. My voice sounds high and squeaky. I try a lower register. ‘Hello.’
Woah. Too low.
‘Hello.’ Third time’s a charm.
They’re already chuckling. I’ve barely even said anything. High school is the worst.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“His smile brightened the whole room and I thought, Why do they even need stage lights with a smile like that?”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“I was surrounded by silence and Tristan was music.
So much music.
All the time.
Streaming in my eardrums 24-7. Serenading me when I was awake. Lulling me to sleep.
Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays

“I can’t help to feel like they’re staring at me, too. Judging me. Deeming me not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not cool enough.
And to be honest, sometimes I wonder if they’re right.”
― Jessica Brody, A Week of Mondays