Daisy Jones And The Six Quotes

I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else's muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.

Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.

I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise it's not faith, right?

Passion is...it's fire. And fire is great, man. But we're made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive.

It’s like some of us are chasing after our nightmares the way other people chase dreams.

I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was like me. I don't believe in soul mates anymore and I'm not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I'd believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn't, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who's suffering from the same stuff you are.

If she knew how often I was thinking about her, she wouldn't feel lonely.

All I will say is that you show up for your friends on their hardest days. And you hold their hand through the roughest parts. Life is about who is holding your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding.

I am not going to sit around sweating my ass off just so men can feel more comfortable. It’s not my responsibility to not turn them on. It’s their responsibility to not be an asshole.

No matter who you choose to go down the road with, you're gonna get hurt. That's just the nature of caring about someone. No matter who you love, they will break your heart along the way.

When you think of me, I hope it ruins rock 'n' roll

You have to have one person in your life that you know would never do anything to steer you wrong. They may disagree with you. They could even break your heart, from time to time. But you have to have one person, at least, who you know will always tell you the truth.

I wish someone had told me that love isn’t torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. I did not know that it was supposed to make you lighter, not heavier. I didn’t know it was supposed to take only the kind of work that makes you softer. I thought love was war. I didn’t know it was supposed to… I didn’t know it was supposed to be peace.

It scared me that the only thing between this moment of calm and the biggest tragedy of my life was me choosing not to do it.

Confidence is being okay being bad, not being okay being good.

You have these lines you won’t cross. But then you cross them. And suddenly you possess the very dangerous information that you can break the rule and the world won’t instantly come to an end. You’ve taken a big, black, bold line and you’ve made it a little bit gray. And now every time you cross it again, it just gets grayer and grayer until one day you look around and you think, There was a line here once, I think.

You're all sorts of things you don't even know yet.

We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get much more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than Daisy Jones.

That’s the glory of being a man. An ugly face isn’t the end of you.

It hurts to care about someone more than they care about themselves.

She had written something that felt like I could have written it, except I knew I couldn't have. I wouldn't have come up with something like that. Which is what we all want from art, isn’t it? When someone pins down something that feels like it lives inside us? Takes a piece of your heart out and shows it to you? It’s like they are introducing you to a part of yourself.

Music is never about music. If it was, we'd be writing songs about guitars. But we don't. We write songs about women. Women will crush you, you know? I suppose everybody hurts everybody, but women always seem to get back up, you ever notice that? Women are always still standing.

I love you as much as I'm willing to love anybody.

But loving somebody isn't perfection and good times and laughing and making love. Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it's a gut punch. That's why it's a dangerous thing, when you go loving the wrong person. When you love somebody who doesn't deserve it. You have to be with someone that deserves your faith and you have to be deserving of someone else's. It's sacred.

I believe you can break me But I'm saved for the one who saved me We only look like young stars Because you can't see old scars

But knowing you’re good can only take you so far. At some point, you need someone else to see it, too. Appreciation from people you admire changes how you see yourself.

You can't control another person. It doesn't matter how much you love them. You can't love someone back to health and you can't hate someone back to health and no matter how right you are about something, it doesn't mean they will change their mind.

You can justify anything. If you’re narcissistic enough to believe that the universe conspires for and against you—which we all are, deep down—then you can convince yourself you're getting signs about anything and everything.

Passion is...it's fire. And fire is great, man. But we're made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive. My family was my water. I picked water. I'll pick water every time.

History is what you did, not what you almost did, not what you thought about doing. And I was proud of what I did

The truth often lies, unclaimed, in the middle.

It's the ones who never loved you enough that come to you when you can't sleep. You always wonder what the future might have held for you and you'll never know. Maybe you almost don't want to know.

DAISY: I used to care when men called me difficult. I really did. Then I stopped. This way is better.

I'm not saying that I didn’t care. I cared a lot. I’m saying that when you really love someone, sometimes the things they need may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for.

Nothing I wouldn’t do/to go back to the past and wait for you.

People say it's hard to be away from the people you love but it was so hard to be right next to him.

Love and pride don't mix.

Everything that made Daisy burn, made me burn. Everything I loved about the world, Daisy loved about the world. Everything I struggled with, Daisy struggled with. We were two halves. We were the same.

When you find that rare person who really knows who you are and they still don't love you... I was burning.

But at some point, you have to recognize that you have no control over anybody and you have to step back and be ready to catch them when they fall and that's all you can do. It feels like throwing yourself to sea. Or, maybe not that. Maybe it's more like throwing someone you love out to sea and then praying they float on their own, knowing they might well drown and you'll have to watch.

I don't like putting it that way - you're never not yourself. You're always you. It's just, sometimes, who you are . . . who you are is a shitty person.

Here’s a lesson for everybody, take it from me: Handsome men that tell you what you want to hear are almost always liars.

Life is about who is holding your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding.

It is what I have always loved about music. Not the sounds or the crowds or the good times as much as the words -- the emotions, the stories, the truth -- that you can let flow right out of your mouth. Music can dig, you know? It can take a shovel to your chest and just start digging until you hit something.

I'd believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn't, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who's suffering from the same stuff you are.

Denial is like an old blanket. I loved to get on under that thing and curl up and sleep.

When you have everything, someone else getting a little something feels like they're stealing from you.

Don't count yourself out this early, Daisy. You're all sorts of things you don't even know yet.

When people asked me for my autograph, I used to write, "Stay Solid, Daisy J." But when it was a young girl - which wasn't often but it did happen from time to time - I used to write, "Dream big, little bird. Love, Daisy

You can't put it in your heart if it's not there. And you can't pull it out of your heart if it is.

Appreciation from people you admire changes how you see yourself.

People say that life keeps moving, but they don't mention that it does stop sometimes, just for you.

Art doesn't owe anything to anyone. Songs are about how it felt, not the facts. Self-expression is about what it feels to live, no whether you had the right to claim any emotion at any time. Did I have a right to be mad at him? Did he do anything wrong? Who cares! Who cares? I hurt. So I wrote about it

And, baby, when you think of me I hope it ruins rock 'n' roll Regret me

Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people

Do you know what you do with that level of trust? When someone says, 'I trust you so much I can tolerate you having secrets?' You cherish it. You remind yourself how lucky you are to have been given that trust every day.

There's this peace that comes with knowing you have a person in the world who would do anything for you, that you would do anything for.

The Chosen ones never know they are chosen. They think everyone gets a gold carpet rolled out for them.

No amount of advice or lectures or trying to chain somebody down ever stopped anyone who didn’t want to stop in the first place.

Daisy, someone who insists on the perfect conditions to make art isn't an artist. They're an asshole.

...if you redeem yourself, then believe in your own redemption.

I'm not perfect. I'll never be perfect. I don't expect anything to be perfect. But things don't have to be perfect to be strong. So if you're waiting around, hoping that something's going to crack, I just... I have to tell you it's not gonna be me. And I can't let it be Billy. Which means it's gonna be you.

It didn’t seem right to me that his weakest self got to decide how my life was going to turn out, what my family was going to look like. I got to decide that. And what I wanted was a life—a family, a beautiful marriage, a home—with him. With the man I knew he truly was. And I was going to get it, hell or high water.

I was so used to being given things that I didn't know how important it is for your soul to earn them.

Write a list of things you’ll regret/I’d be on top smoking a cigarette.” I loved that line.

If you come to me and ask me for advice, and then you don't take my advice, and it blows up in your face exactly like I told you it would, what do you expect me to say?

Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a gut punch.

I'm saying that when you really love someone, sometimes the things they need may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for.

I'll tell you: If a friend lied to me like you lie to myself; I'd say, "Your a shitty friend

Which is what we all want from art, isn't it? When someone pins down something that feels like it lives inside us? Takes a piece of your heart out and shows it to you? It's like they are introducing you to a part of yourself.

I've seen a lot of marriages where everyone is faithful and no one is happy.

Simone said, "Do me a favor. Picture a map of the world." I was not in the mood. She said, "Just picture it." So I did. And she said, "And you're in L.A. You're a blinking light, you with me so far?" And I said, "Sure." "And you know you blink brighter than anybody. You get that, don't you?" And I said, "Sure." Just humoring her. And then she said, "And then in New York today, and London on Thursday and Barcelona next week, there's another blinking light." "And that's you?" I said. She said, "That's me. And no matter where we are, no matter what time of day it is, the world is dark and we are two blinking lights. Flashing at the same time. Neither one of us flashing alone.

I'll tell you: If a friend lied to me the way I lie to myself, I'd say, "You're a shitty friend.

I wore what I wanted when I wanted. I did what I wanted with who I wanted. And if somebody didn’t like it, screw ’em.

It’s funny. At first, I think you start getting high to dull your emotions, to escape from them. But after a while you realize that the drugs are what are making your life untenable, they are actually what are heightening every emotion you have. It’s making your heartbreak harder, your good times higher. So coming down really does start to feel like rediscovering sanity. And when you rediscover your sanity, it’s only a matter of time before you start to get an inkling of why you wanted to escape it in the first place.

Don't count yourself out this early. You're all sorts of things you don't even know yet. That really stuck with me. That who I was wasn't entirely already determined. That there was still hope for me.

It hurts to care about someone more than they care about them-selves. I can tell that story from both sides

I can't think of any two things that make you quite as self-absorbed as addiction and heartbreak. I had a selfish heart. I didn't care about anyone or anything but my own pain. My own need. My own aching. I'd have made anyone hurt if it could have taken some of mine away. It's just how sick I was.

I am not a muse. I am the somebody.

Camila wanted kids. Me, I always knew kids weren't in the cards for me. I think it's a feeling you get. I think you have it in your heart or you don't. And you can't put it in your heart if it's not there. And you can't pull it out of your heart if it is.

That’s what I loved about her. She was no wallflower. You just had to be paying attention to see it.

But knowing you're good can only take you so far. At some point, you need someone else to see it, too. Appreciation from people you admire changes how you see yourself. And Billy saw me the way I wanted to be seen. There is nothing more powerful than that. I really believe that. Everybody wants somebody to hold up the right mirror

And I like that. The idea that just by being me, I was doing all right

Acceptance is a powerful drug.

It is what I have always loved about music. Not the sounds or the crowds or the good times as much as the words- the emotions, and the stories, the truth- that you can let flow right out of your mouth.

He sad, "I'm going to use that in something one day." And he wrote it down on a napkin and put it in his back pocket. I thought to myself, "What the hell makes you think I'm not going to use it in something once day?" But, of course, there it was in his next movie. That's how it was back then. I was just supposed to be the inspiration for some man's great idea.

Dancing barefoot in the snow Cold can't touch her, high or low She's blues dressed up like rock 'n' roll Untouchable, she'll never fold.

But the only reason people thought I had everything is because I had all the things you can see. I had none of the things you can’t.

Knowing you did the right thing doesn’t mean you’re happy about it.

Because one minute you're just trying to nurse a wound. And the next, you're desperately trying to hide the fact that you're now a jury-rigged, taped-up, short-cutted mess of a person and the wound you were nursing has become an abscess.

If I've given the impression that trust is easy - with your spouse, with your kids, with anybody you care about - if I've made it seem like it's easy to do....then I've misspoken. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But you have nothing without it. Nothing meaningful at all. That's why I chose to do it. Over and over and over. Even when it bit me in the ass. And I will keep choosing it until the day I die

BILLY: Some people will never stop being themselves. And you think it drives you crazy but it is the very thing you will think about when they are gone. When you don’t have them in your life anymore.

BILLY: ...Sometimes I’m surprised people still care. I’m surprised they still play us on the radio. Sometimes I listen. The other day, they were playing “Turn It Off” on the classic rock station. I sat in the car in the driveway and listened. [Laughs]We were pretty good. DAISY: We were great. We were really great.

It's so strange, how someone's silence, someone's insistence that something isn't happening can be so suffocating. But it can be. And suffocating is exactly the word, too. You feel like you can't breathe.

Daisy: I run hot and I always have. I am not going yo sit around sweating my ass off just so men can feel more comfortable. It's not my responsibility to not turn them on. It's their responsibility to not be an asshole.

Everything that made Daisy burn, made me burn. Everything I loved about the world, Daisy loved about the world. Everything I struggled with, Daisy struggled with. We were two halves. We were the same. In that way you're only the same with a few other people. In that way that you don't even feel like you have to say your own thoughts because you know the other person is already thinking them. How could I be around Daisy Jones and not be mesmerized by her? Not fall in love with her? I couldn't. I just couldn't. But Camila meant more. That's just the deepest truth. My family meant more to me. Camila meant more to me. Maybe, for a little while there, Camila wasn't the person I was the most drawn to. Or... ... ... Maybe Camila wasn't the person I was the most in love with. At that time, I don't know. You can't...maybe she wasn't. But she was always the person I loved the most. She was always the person I would choose. It is Camila, for me. Always. Passion is...it's fire. And fire is great, man. But we're made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive. My family was my water. I picked water. I'll pick water every time. And I wanted Daisy to find her water. Because I couldn't be it (288-289).

I really felt like I understood him. And I think he understood me. You know, things like that, that kind of connection with a person, it is sort of like playing with fire. Because it feels good, to be understood. You feel in sync with a person, you feel like you're on a level that no one else is.

KAREN: Sometimes I wonder, if I was Graham, maybe I would have wanted a baby, too. If I knew someone else would raise it, someone else would let go of their own dreams, someone else would sacrifice and keep everything together while I went and did what I wanted and came back on weekends…maybe then I might want a baby, too.

When you’re in a situation like that, when you have a man looming over you, it’s as if every decision you made to lead to that moment—alone with a man you don’t trust—flashes before your eyes. Something tells me men don’t do that same thing. When they are standing there, threatening a woman, I doubt they count every wrong step they made to become the asshole they are. But they should.

I'm not saying I didn't care. I cared a lot. I'm saying that when you really love someone, sometimes the things they need may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for. I had hurt Camila. God knows I had. But loving somebody isn't perfection and good times and laughing and making love. Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it's a gut punch. That's why it's a dangerous thing, when you go loving the wrong person. When you love somebody who doesn't deserve it. You have to be with someone that deserves your faith and you have to be deserving of someone else's. It's sacred. I have no tolerance for people that waste other people's faith in them. None at all.