Honey Girl Quotes

“I think lonely creatures ache for each other because who else can understand but someone who feels the same dark, black abyss?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“You are made up of stars and the black glittering universe.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“It's okay to admit that something can be best just because it makes you happy, and not because you had to tear yourself apart to get there.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“My battery is low,” she confesses, and the hurt of it unveils like a thorned flower. “And it’s getting so dark.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Everyone's just pretending they have it together, because they don't realise everyone else is pretending to have it together. None of our dumbasses actually have it together.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“People may not believe the stories,” she says, pink mouth cracking open with a yawn, “but that doesn’t mean they aren’t real.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“The stars glimmer above her. They gleam under the gaze of people like Grace, searching for meaning in their formations. They are doing their best for all the people that stare up at the dark and do not know that they, too, shine brilliantly.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“You are still just a human. Just a small thing that has to find its way like everyone else in this enormous world. It will not be simple, Grace Porter, and it will not be easy. You may have to make a lot of noise, and the universe's silence can be oppressive and thick. But you want them to hear you, and they will. So do not, not even for one second, stop making noise."
"And if they don't listen?"
Professor MacMillan Shrugs. "Don't given them that choice.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Sometimes I wish," she starts, staring blankly out at the road in front of them, "I didn't have to have everything figured out. I wish I could turn off the part of my brain that needs perfectly executed plans, you know?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Maybe Plato knew something we didn't. Or maybe the gods did, when they split us in half and left us to reclaim our missing fragments.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“um excuse me this is what wives are for. in my gay fantasies growing up i always wanted my wife to text me late at night then we’d run away together and join like a circus”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“And I think,” she continues, “that those who venture, traveling through the water toward their song, must be very lonely, too. I think lonely creatures ache for each other because who else can understand but someone who feels the same dark, black abyss?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Maybe one day you’ll come find me, Honey Girl. Until then, you can follow the sound of my voice. Are you listening?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“She has to be okay, because there is no other option.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Because there is so much I want to say to you, and I made a promise in a chapel in the desert that I don't plan on breaking. Till death do us part, we said. That bejeweled priest asked if I, Grace Porter, took you, Yuki Yamamoto, to be my lawfully wedded wife, and by every power I have within me, by the endless and thunderous universe, I do, okay? I do.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“The sea isn't inherently supernatural, or even scary. But it holds many unknowns. Sometimes unknowns are the scariest things of all, aren't they?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Sometimes people feel ownership over the things that make us us,” Yuki says into the mic. “Sometimes the things that are familiar to us and feel safe to us, remnants of our childhood and old lives, are locked away by someone who wants us to be different and look different and follow their rules. Sometimes lonely creatures are not of their own making.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“If you’re out there, Honey Girl, I am singing you a song. It’s a good song. It won’t lure you to the depths of the ocean. It’s a song that leads you just to me, I think, if you’re listening. This has been Are You There?, and I am Yuki. Sleep tight, everyone.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“The stars glimmer above her. They gleam under the gaze of people like Grace, searching for meaning in their formations. They are doing their best for all the people that stare up at the dark and do not know that they, too, shine brilliantly.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Yes, Grace thinks. I want to look at you. I want to touch you. I want to kiss you, my good thing. I want to replace the bitter taste of rejection on my tongue with your acceptance.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“It’s too late for coffee.” “Live fast, die young,”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Tonight, I want to talk about the sea,” she says. “Is that okay?” She pauses, as if waiting for someone, anyone, maybe even Grace, to answer. “Good. I want to talk about the sea and its dark depths and foaming, white tides and its swelling, hungry waves. The sea isn’t inherently supernatural, or even scary. But it holds many unknowns.” Her voice quiets. “Sometimes unknowns are the scariest things of all, aren’t they?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Ximena is who she will grab on to when the world ends, and they will watch it burn to ash before they follow.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“said, and there she stood, feeling as expansive and terrifying as the universe itself.”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Who else can understand loneliness if not someone who sits in solitude all their own?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“What will your radio listeners think about the scariest monster of them all—humans contributing to climate change?”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“Yuki 11:58 p.m. Goodnight grace porter, who i rmr shines like the sun is reaching out from the very core of her Grace 12:00 a.m. goodnight yuki yamamoto, who tells stories like they were crafted within her, spun with magic and sea salt”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl

“I believe you,”
― Morgan Rogers, Honey Girl