Amanda Lovelace Quotes

repeat after me: you owe no one your forgiveness. - except maybe yourself.

ah, life— the thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else blowing on dandelions & wishing ourselves into the pages of our favorite fairy tales.

silence has always been my loudest scream.

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   - how’s that for a happily ever after?

i’m not scared of the monsters hidden underneath my bed. i’m much more scared of the boys with messy brown hair, sleepy eyes, & mouths that only know how to form half-truths.

women don't endure simply because we can; no, women endure because we aren't given any other choice. - they wanted us weak but forced us to be strong.

that is what abuse is: knowing you are going to get salt but still hoping for sugar for nineteen years.   -

the only thing required to be a woman is to identify as one. - period, end of story.

i’m pretty sure you have s t a r d u s t running through those v e i n s.   - women are some kind of magic.

if i ever have a daughter, the first thing i will teach her to love will be the word “no” & i will not let her feel guilty for using it.   - “no” is short for “fuck off.”  

fiction: the ocean i dive headfirst into when i can no longer breathe in reality. - a mermaid escapist II.

the princess locked herself away in the highest tower, hoping a knight in shining armor would come to her rescue.   - i didn’t realize i could be my own knight.

sticks & stones never broke my bones, but words made me starve myself until you could see all of them.   -

all of the oceans & galaxies did not conspire together to create me just so i could reproduce for you. -Startling Fact #1

he opened me up like a book & poured the poetry back into me. -my personal pen and paper

When I had no friends I reached inside my beloved books & sculpted some out of 12 pt Times new roman. -- & it was almost good enough.

it is strange how sisters can be saviors or strangers & sometimes a bit of both.

raid your library. read everything you can get your hands on & then some.   go on, collect words & polish them up until they shine like starlight in your palm.   make words your finest weapons— a gold-hilted sword to cut your enemies d o w n.   - a survival plan of sorts.

when I die, do not waste a minute mouring me. I may go, but I will leave behind all my thousand & one lives — a bookmad girl never dies.

i don't wear makeup for others the same way i don't decorate my house for others. this is my home & everything i do is for me.

the love some girls have for other girls is so gentle & so soft & so fucking beautiful, & these girls deserve to have better stories than the ones where they are murdered because they love with too much of their hearts. -love is never a weakness.

if you don't want to end up in someone else's poem, then maybe you should start treating people better for a change. - an unapologetic poet.

To be a woman is to be warbound, knowing all the odds are stacked against you.

who said you can’t wear a flower crown & still remain a fearsome thing? - make persephone proud. by amanda lovelace

I am so glad we were born during the same lifetime. -I may not believe in fate, but I believe in you.

a world where all human beings are taken care of shouldn't be called a "revolutionary" way of life & yet it is. -burn

you have been the star of each & every one of my nightmares. "- you left but you stayed.

where do all the memories go, the ones we hide away with lock & key yet continue to shape us all the s a m e? "- did it really happen if i can't remember it?

Ready for a harsh truth? Women don’t need your validation. We already have our own.

if the very idea of standing up for myself frightens you so damn much then i guess the power you thought you held over ome wasn't that impressive in the first place. -fragile masculinity

i am a lioness who is no longer afraid to let the world hear her roar -an ode to me

if love is a battlefield, then i must have forgotten all of my armor at home. -a war i never agreed to fight

But what if the devil is just a woman who was banished to hell to stoke the flames as punishment for standing up to him?

my boy? he is even better than books. -fiction has nothing on you.

no” is short for “fuck off.”  

he did not teach me how to love myself, but he was the bridge that helped me get   here.   - i thank the universe every day for you.

the princess jumped from the tower & she learned that she could fly all along. she never needed those wings.

I bleed twelve weeks a year, so I know a thing or two about bloodstains.

he promised to fix me & he left me more s h a t t e r e d than i had been before.   - but now i’ve got gold in the cracks.

The pain did not make me a better person. It did not teach me not to take anything for granted. It did not teach me anything except how to be afraid to love anyone.

you will think your parents are shatterproof until one day you find out they aren't. - what it really means to lose your innocence

i bet you regret making an enemy out of me.   -

gods, i hope i terrify you.

Curves and fat and rolls are a colossal ‘fuck you’ to the patriarchy – our accidental rebellion.

just because they don’t hit you doesn’t mean it isn’t abuse.   wouldn’t you think it a crime to look up at the night sky & tell the stars that they have no sparkle?   guess what? you shine brighter than all the starlight there has ever been or ever will be.   - emotional abuse is still abuse.

write the story. push your hands into the dirtiest parts of yourself. take the rot & decay & turn it into nourishment & life. water it & sing to it & show it sunlight. grow a beautiful garden from your aching & teach yourself how to thrive from it. write your story.

you are your own lighthouse.

i had a big smile on my face as i burned the bridges to all the things i could not repair -does the smoke still choke you?

you are not obligated to have children just because your body has that capability. you are so so so much more than the possibility of children. you give birth to oceans every single day. -your friendly neighborhood man-hater & child-eater.

you may not have left (many) bruises on my skin, but you left giant blackberry bruises all over my soul.   - i still wonder who i would have been.

who knew such a young heart could shatter?

I am not the one who has to change the way I think or the way I act. They are.

i'm sorry if i wasn't the daughter you had in mind -i only ever wanted to make you proud-

i hope you can find it in your heart to be proud of the woman i have become in spite of you.   - still hoping for sugar instead of salt.  

women are libraries about to burst.

Fuck the idea of staying calm.

fairy godmother says i don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but: their lack of love for you does not make you any less loveable.

Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet.

when you're taught to see the world through fire, nothing looks safe.

my self-worth shouldn’t feel like an act of bravery.

It’s such a shame that you will finally have to learn that there are consequences to treating women like they’re nothing. You may have gotten to walk away, but a piece of me will follow you forever. Now, isn’t that romantic?

when he left, he packed up all my poetry & took it with him.

there is strength in vulnerability and true courage in accepting who you are.

if i ever have a daughter, the first thing i will teach her to love will be the word "no" & i will not let her feel guilty for using it. ⎻"no" is short for "fuck off.

your happiness comes before anyone else's happiness. -the real meaning of 'self respect'.

do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have?

call me bitch. call me villain. call me she-wolf. call me bad omen. call me your worst nightmare wearing a red-lipped smile. -even better, call me by my name.

a bookmad girl never dies.

Women endure because we aren’t given any other choice.

revenge was never my intention. -but it still tastes sweeter than honey

i have so much love to give, but no one ever wants it. - a cup overfilled.

to be a woman is to be warbound, k n o w i n g all the odds are stacked against you. - & never giving up in spite of it.

once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself.   -

if he was my cup of tea, then you are my cup of coffee.   tea simply isn’t enough for me sometimes,   but coffee can get me through anything.   - did i make you up?

fairy godmother says you are limitless. you can have the lipstick. you can have the sword.

you were in love with the idea of love, not me.

i used to think i was broken because i never once spent my daydreams plucking swollen pomegranates from someone else's tree. - then i learned that society is broken, not me.

when you spend all your time imagining yourself in other people's shoes, your own story goes unwritten, & there is nothing more painful than that.

death   wound   itself   around   her   bones   like   a   piece   of   red   ribbon.  

becoming your own savior sometimes means knowing when you need to ask for help. - therapy session no. 1

i’m done being afraid of what other people think of me.  if you want to judge me,  i won’t stop you.  i’ll be over here,  being flawless in every flaw.  —confidence.

over the decades her books became such a part of her that the ink somehow escaped her veins & bloomed her favorite words & images onto her skin. now the world would have no doubt: she was the pagebound girl- page to skin

friend request from ........." a) the girl who said you were ugly. b) the girl who said your voice was off-key. c) the girl who refused to defend you. d) the girl who laughed at you behind your back & to your face. e) the girl who took your lunch money every day because she said you didn't need to eat. f) the girl who said you were "fat" even after you starved yourself to death. g) the girl who was supposed to be your best friend. h) all the above. -keep pressing ignore, lovely.

grief clung to her like an old, itchy, faded, ill-fitting, hand-me-down dress.    

That is what abuse is: knowing you are going to get salt but still hoping for sugar for nineteen years.

love does not need to be tragic in order for it to be good.

didn't anyone ever warn you not to try to trick a girl who reads? she's already seen everything.- don't try to waste your time again.

your death certificate makes the claim that you died on november 3rd at 3:03 AM. that is a lie. you died long before that.   - 3 isn’t my lucky number anymore.

here is nothing unfeminist about the girl who chooses the ball gown & the prince. there is everything unfeminist about those who try to shame her for her choices.

Let it guide you into a grand love affair with yourself. Until the love becomes so second nature you need it no more.

friends can break your heart, too

be wary of the boys who only ever tell half-thruths because they will only ever be half in love with you -slay those dragons

forget being lady-like & allow yourself to show the world just how unapolegeticaly angry this inequality makes you

ready for a harsh truth? women don't need your validation. we already have our own. - my self-worth shouldn't feel like an act of bravery.

fiction: the ocean i dive headfirst into when i can no longer breathe in reality.   - a mermaid escapist II.

that girl is mine,' the monster-boy growled. 'that's where you're wrong. that girl belongs to the coffee shops & the bookstores & the treetops- but mostly she just belongs to herself,' he said, unafraid.- thank you.

birds can't fly away when you clip one of their wings. you weren't satisfied with just clipping one of my wings. you tore both out from the root to make sure i could never fly anywhere ever again. - mother & daughter

the love some girls have for other girls is so gentle & so soft & so fucking beautiful, & these girls deserve to have better stories than the ones where they are murdered because they love with too much of their hearts. - love is never a weakness

at eleven years old the doctor weighed me & afterwards, my mother told me i was too fat & that i needed to go on a diet immediately. for an entire year, food barely passed through my lips. i did not even allow myself to take a sip of water because i wanted to be so thin that i could blow away with the slightest breeze— disappear. i dropped sixty pounds in a few short months & i had to wear long sleeves to cover up the “cat scratches.”   - everybody told me how good i looked, though.

telling me not all men have bad intentions doesn't do anything to reassure me. after i walk away from you, nothing will have changed. i will still be scared to leave my house after sundown. i will still find comfort in keys resting between fingers, i will still question the intentoins of every man i know i will still wonder when i am to become a story meant to warn other people's daughters, & i will still cry when i turn on the television to find yet another man getting away with well-- what they always seem to get away with. i am not the one who has to change the way i think or the way i act. they are.