Midnight Valentine Quotes

“One of the first shrinks I went to after Cass died told me that the brain has a hardwired need to find correlations, to make sense of nonsensical data by making connections between unrelated things. Humans have evolved a universal tendency to seek patterns in random information, hence the existence of fortune-tellers and dream interpreters and people who see the face of Jesus in a piece of toast. But the cold, hard truth is that there are no connections between anything. Life—all of existence—is totally random. Your lucky lottery numbers aren’t really lucky, because there’s no such thing as luck. The black cat that crosses your path isn’t a bad omen, it’s just a cat out for a walk. An eclipse doesn’t mean that the gods are angry, just as a bus narrowly missing you as you cross the street doesn’t mean there’s a guardian angel looking out for you. There are no gods. There are no angels. Superstitions aren’t real, and no amount of wishing, praying, or rationalizing can change the fact that life is just one long sequence of random events that ultimately have no meaning. I really hated that shrink.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Do not stand at my grave and weep  I am not there. I do not sleep.  I am a thousand winds that blow.  I am the diamond glints on snow.  I am the sunlight on ripened grain.  I am the gentle autumn rain.  When you awaken in the morning's hush  I am the swift uplifting rush  Of quiet birds in circled flight.  I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry;  I am not there. I did not die. ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“the thing that breaks you is the only thing that can put you back together.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Why is it that when a woman’s been through a lot, she’s expected to handle it gracefully with fake smiles and a stiff backbone, but when a man’s been through a lot, he’s given full license to storm around like a giant baby throwing a tantrum?”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Why is your nose so red?
Snort coke much?

“Okay, Sunshine, it’s on,” I mutter, then type.

Charming. That’s called walking-in-cold-wind nose. However, if I knew I’d be bumping into you,
I’d definitely have turned to drugs to help me through the trauma.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Love isn’t born of the flesh. It’s born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life, and time. The poet Rumi said, ‘Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Coop glances at my wedding ring, then looks back into my eyes. “Sure,” he says softly. “Death doesn’t end a relationship. Only a life.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“I crucify myself over all the things I should’ve told Theo while I had the time. We always think we have enough of that precious commodity, until fate steps in and proves us wrong.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“No, I don’t believe in reincarnation. Or an afterlife, to be perfectly frank. I think this is as good as it gets, which is why it’s so important to make the best of this life. To confront our problems, to work through them, so ultimately we can be free of them and enjoy the time we have.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“I wonder at what age it becomes socially acceptable to say whatever you’re really thinking and do whatever you want, regardless of what’s polite. Seventy? Eighty? God, I can’t wait.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“the brain has a hardwired need to find correlations, to make sense of nonsensical data by making connections between unrelated things. Humans have evolved a universal tendency to seek patterns in random information, hence the existence of fortune-tellers and dream interpreters and people who see the face of Jesus in a piece of toast. But the cold, hard truth is that there are no connections between anything. Life—all of existence—is totally random. Your lucky lottery numbers aren’t really lucky, because there’s no such thing as luck. The black cat that crosses your path isn’t a bad omen, it’s just a cat out for a walk. An eclipse doesn’t mean that the gods are angry, just as a bus narrowly missing you as you cross the street doesn’t mean there’s a guardian angel looking out for you. There are no gods. There are no angels. Superstitions aren’t real, and no amount of wishing, praying, or rationalizing can change the fact that life is just one long sequence of random events that ultimately have no meaning.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Sometimes I feel sorry for men, having to try to maintain eye contact while two of their favorite things in the world are smiling up at them from the open neckline of a woman’s blouse.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“when you have thirty-eight double Ds, going out of the house without a bra is like getting into a car without a seat belt: careless, dangerous, and something you can get in trouble for.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Be careful, Megan. The most dangerous creature on earth is a man with an obsession. There’s no limit to what he’ll destroy in his pursuit of it.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“If the good memories outweigh the bad, you shouldn’t want to forget the past.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“That was depressing. Remind me not to invite you over for Christmas dinner. You’ll give the baby Jesus a migraine.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“I cast a spell with my letter, one I knew would work its magic and bring him to me in the night, my midnight valentine who stalks the darkness outside my house and inside my heart.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“My weak, stupid heart. And my poor, broken brain. Between the two of them, it’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Don’t let life rob you of hope just because it’s kicked you in the balls a few times.” She pauses. “Metaphorically speaking, of course. I wasn’t insinuating I think you have testicles.” “Oh, but I do,” I say with a straight face. “Big steel testicles that clang when I walk.” “I was wondering what that noise was,” Suzanne shoots back. “I thought maybe you had the Liberty Bell stuffed up your vag.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“There’s no such thing as fate, Suzanne, or destiny, or an old man in white robes in the sky who watches over us and expects us to spend an hour each week sitting on hard wooden benches in a building with ugly stained glass windows praying to a statue of a dude nailed to a cross. We’re alone in the universe. Everything that happens is simply chance.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“I’ve never met someone so contradictory. In my experience, men are generally much simpler creatures than women, but this particular man is more complex than a Rubik’s cube.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“I don’t want to forget him. I want to forget who I am without him.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Nice veins,” he says, impressed. “Thanks. I’m an ass girl, myself.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“have no idea what that means, but I do know that everything happens for a reason. Even the bad things. It’s all part of a bigger plan we can’t understand. God is the greatest force of love in the universe.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Well, God is in the miracle business, honey, so maybe you should thank him.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Because now I know why he stopped talking. His voice isn’t his own. It belongs to a man with sky-blue eyes and a smile like sunshine, whom I first met when I was six years old.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Then he rolls me onto my belly, fists a hand in my hair, and fucks me until I’m gasping.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Mystical? That explains all the glitter in your cleavage.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine

“Is this what I should expect, intense, soul-searing sex followed by a disappearing act that would make Houdini proud along with flowers, a fresh pot of coffee, and a cryptic poem on my pillow?”
― J.T. Geissinger, Midnight Valentine