Daria Quotes

I love you, Daria Followhill, and I think you love me, too. In fact, I think we fell at the same time. You, like rain, in drizzles, over the weeks. Me, like the fucking sky above my head, all at once, crashing without the faintest chance of stopping.

Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together.

How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?

Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy. Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me.

I just wouldn’t want to hook up with a guy unless I really, really like him, and in my experience all boys can be classified as either assholes or bores, unless they’re both. Maybe it’s a blessing, because the last thing I need is relationship drama to sidetrack me from my grades.

I’ve been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect “forever” that I’m completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.

It’s like my entire conscious state has been reduced to this toxic blend of hope and uncertainty. I hate that I have to act cool and almost pretend I don’t like him when in fact I do, because, God forbid, I might come across as desperate for affection or a little clingy, which everyone should know are perfectly natural human behaviors, after all. Ugh!

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn’t love me anymore.

I can look at her face all fucking day. I wish it were a legit job so I could make money doing it. I would put in all the extra hours and become a billionaire within a year.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

After a breakup there’s a momentary relief that you’re free again. But that’s quickly eclipsed by all the good memories you had together and the realization that there won’t be any more of them.

Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy. Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me. I’ll never be able to have another birthday without wondering how you’re celebrating yours. I’ll never be able to think another guy is more handsome, talented, intelligent, or worth loving than you, despite all your faults (and there are many). I’ll never be able to check my e-mail without praying I’ll find a message from you with the subject line I love you, Dom—please come back to me. Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together, and I’ll never be able to leave the house without hoping and dreading that I’ll run into you. You stole Fort Myers from me, and I lived here first, you fucking thief. You actually may be one of my last thoughts when I die.

You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.

It’s so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn’t guarantee we’ll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.

I don't have low self-esteem. It's a mistake. I have low esteem for everyone else.

Love. Four letters can't cover what I feel for Daria Followhill. They seem too trivial, too small, too overused.

Uma reserva de sonho contra tudo o que não é doce, sutil ou sereno. É o mais próximo da felicidade que podemos experimentar... Não sei que nome você daria a isso. Bem, não importa muito, chame do que quiser. Eu chamo de amor.

Reality is bizarre enough for me.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

It started with a lemonade And ended with my heart This, my pretty reckless rival, is how our screwed-up story starts

Why did I have to love him so much if we’re not going to end up together?

Sometimes the feeling of loss faded, more like a forgotten task nagging at his attention, or a misplaced item waiting to be found. But it never truly went away.

So, are you? Going to stay, Daria? Fight or flight?” Fight. Always fight.

As juvenile as we sound, sometimes the most fun thing in the world is laughing with girls about boys.

How is it that two people can be in the same relationship and still have completely different ideas of what’s going on?

É possível também que já então meu tema de vida fosse a irrazoável esperança, e que eu já tivesse iniciado a minha grande obstinação: eu daria tudo que era meu por nada, mas queria que tudo me fosse dado por nada.

Okay fine, you want a real answer? Look around.” Michelle waved her hands, encompassing their surroundings. “The men in this family get away with acting like a bunch of babies. They sit around eating and talking while the women do everything. The Latinx gender roles run deep. Is it any wonder our generation has made such sucky romantic choices? I don’t date.” She pointed at Ava. “She’s divorced. And you’re a serial monogamist.

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

Jasmine tried not to take it personally, but taking things personally was one of her greatest skills.

But there was little heart to our lust, only the confusion of not knowing how long we'd have in our bodies.

Só se um ser humano a amasse tanto que você importasse mais para ele que pai e mãe. Se ele a amasse de todo o coração e deixasse o padre pôr a mão direita sobre a sua como uma promessa de ser fiel e verdadeiro por toda a eternidade. Nesse caso, a alma dele deslizaria para dentro do seu corpo e você, também, obteria uma parcela da felicidade humana. Ele lhe daria uma alma e, no entanto, conservaria a dele próprio.

If love and hate aren’t true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.

Gabe let out a low chuckle. It was such a Michelle thing to say. She’d always had an abundance of confidence. It was one of the things he used to adore—and even envy—about her.

I believe in the kindness of strangers.” Excerpt From: Daria Sanetra. “Your Emotional Belly Cure”. Apple Books.

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive.

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it’s more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, ‘Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don’t mean.

Amy is so correct that a good personality can make a guy better-looking.

There’s something about the sight of a gorgeous guy in an open convertible heading in your direction that makes all bad feelings evaporate into thin air.

Nothing makes you get down on yourself and worry that you’re undesirable like rejection, so having someone desirable desire you is the ultimate antidote.

What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?' 'To save me all your firsts,

He pulls me into a hug. A rarity I know not to take for granted when it comes to Vaughn. I bury my face in his chest and let myself crumple, feeling my bones shaking inside my body.

Choose your sister.' 'Sir?' 'Choose her. Don't choose Daria. You'll end up giving her less than she deserves. And my daughter deserves everything. Not half of it. Not a quarter. And definitely not messy. Let her go. Unless, of course...' He pauses, cocking his head to examine my expression. I don't breathe. 'Unless?' 'You love Daria. Then I do not allow you, under any fucking circumstances, to break both your hearts because Sylvia still holds a grudge.

Let’s face it. It’s already hard being yourself, so why do we insist on adding pressure trying to please others.

Note to self; try to act normal when coming in contact with the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. Note. Mouth closing and drool sucked back in and hopefully not noticed. Check.

Doing things for someone else is what I love most about relationships, even more than having stuff done for me.

Whatever age you are when you’re first burned is old enough to lose hope that you’ll ever get excited about anybody else.

It’s so messed up how little control we have over whether we want somebody.

Just because the sexes are equal doesn’t mean that sex is.

It’s sick how you can be intimate with someone one minute and then be furious with that same person the next.

In the beginning, I wanted his heart. Then I shifted focus to his body. I was never interested in only friendship.

I've loved you in secret, and I've loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I'll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you're dead wrong.

a partir de agora posso aguentar tudo! Se a pessoa mais vil ,e esbofeteasse uma face, eu não só lhe daria a outra face, como ainda lhe pediria perdão por tê-la provocado;

Once you've ridden the roller coaster, the Ferris wheel's kinda restricting.

La mia strategia, nella vita, è dire sempre la verità. E' la soluzione più sorprendente ed efficace che ci sia. Le persone reagiscono bene alla verità: accorcia tempi e distanze, crea intimità.

I remember another thing Cosmo said. It typically takes half the time you’re dating a guy to fall out of love with him. My ex and I were together almost ten months before he admitted over the holidays that he’d fallen out of love with me, so by that measure I should’ve been cured weeks ago. But once you’ve anticipated spending forever with someone, I’m not convinced you can ever feel complete after being uncoupled. I think you just learn to live without the person. Like when someone dies, you don’t stop loving them just because they’re not around to love you back anymore. Breakups truly are a kind of death.

I feel a brush over my arm where Penn stood just a second ago. It's Knight. And next to Knight stands Vaughn. 'Cole?' Gus twists his lips, glowering. 'What the fuck?' Knight clasps a hand on my shoulder, hitching a shoulder up while lighting a joint. 'The fuck is, you don't fuck with my family and integrity and assume you get out of it in one piece. Or, you know, at all.

Undressing him reminds me of trying to change a sleepy, uncooperative four-year-old into his pajamas."-Dom

Did things get a lot hotter between you two? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen?"-Amy

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

So it’s all right for him to rule out a serious relationship, but it’s wrong if I’m not ready to settle for less?

when you're waxing philosophic about human nature:everybody lies,no exceptions.

Jasmine did trust easily, and look where it had gotten her. She could see now it was a direct response to feeling ignored and misunderstood by her parents and siblings. It was why she’d readily given her heart to every semi-attractive man who’d even shown her an ounce of attention. She sought her parents’ love by securing romantic relationships, because in her family, that was what made you a success. But that wasn’t healthy. And trust wasn’t meant to be given in one lump sum. It was earned, little by little.

I'm turning my back on Vaughn and Knight without saying goodbye because I know they won't let me go. They'll promise to protect me and fight my battles at school, and a part of me still wants that to happen.

In the same way that a fiancée is a bride-to-be, I’ve always thought a girlfriend is a fiancée-to-be. Yes, most relationships bite the dust before things get long-term. However, that possibility of staying together forever remains the underlying force driving the relationship forward.

In neuroscience, our textbook showed how the brain scans of people newly in love look a lot like the brain scans of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In each case, your dopamine is suppressing your serotonin.

I go back to my desk, flip open my cell, and stare at the keypad. I want to hear his voice so badly, to be connected to him, to ask him why and how and what I can do to make it better. But you can‘t force someone to love you.

Knight and Vaughn are the closest to each other, practically brothers, which is weird because they are also like fire and ice. Vaughn is a crazy artist with psychotic tendencies, and Knight is the definition of a popular jock. One is Edward Scissorhands; the other is Zac Efron's prettier long-lost brother.

(...) houve um excesso de melodrama na minha vida, e daria tudo para conservar a paz e a tranquilidade conquistadas. A Felicidade não é uma coisa concreta – é uma qualidade do pensamento, um estado de espírito. Claro que temos os nossos momentos de depressão; mas outros momentos há, também, em que o tempo não é medido pelo relógio e se prolonga pela eternidade. Então, vendo-o sorrir para mim, sei que estamos juntos, que marchamos lado a lado, sem divergências de alma. (...)

Except they’d never written the end. Just one more bit of unfinished business between them.

She laughs. Mellissa laughs. I choke on a bite of chicken.

I can’t be happy going out if it’s not . . . going anywhere.

I didn’t realize it was possible to obsess over a girl as much as you can over a boy.

There’s nothing like feeling like sh_t to kill your libido.

In some ways therapists have it harder than surgeons, who can often correct the issue with one operation. There’s no quick fix for emotional trauma.

Nothing bonds people more than going through sh_t together, right?

For me, at least, feeling something, even something bad, is better than feeling nothing.

Ultimately, I have no power over what he or any boy thinks of me.

When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up.

Over her years in LA, working in television, she’d amassed a considerable wardrobe of beautiful outfits. They were her pride and joy. Some people had kids or pets. Natasha had style.

I didn't mean to save him all my firsts. But it happened, and a part of me is glad that it did. Because he was the first boy to give me a gift. The first boy to kiss me. To want to become my friend not because I was popular, but because I was me. He was the first boy who noticed the injured animal behind the camouflage of hostility and tried to give it water and shelter.

But recalling how my ex had nasty BO after track practice never made me feel better. It seemed disingenuous to hold things against him that before I readily accepted as the price of love.

It sucks enough when girlfriends break plans with each other for a boy, but at least that’s not against the natural order of things, like when a boy blows off his girlfriend for friends. . . . Or maybe I’ve had it wrong all along. Since friendships usually outlast relationships, why shouldn’t friends receive preferential treatment? Because you don’t sleep with your friends!

I just wanted so badly to start over, be someone new, and then he came into my life. I didn’t expect him, never even wanted anything like him before, but here he is. Now I kind of need him.

One of the pitfalls of having an ex-boyfriend is that people still pair you together in their memories, and sooner or later someone’s bound to mention him. And now that it has happened . . . I can’t say I feel nothing. I don’t think it’s possible to get royally dumped by the only boy I’ve ever done it with, let alone loved, and then feel nothing when he’s brought up in conversation.

Blame your body. The whole biological purpose of existence is to mate, so from the time we hit puberty, our hormones are demanding us to couple up. Maybe it’s basic instinct to feel inadequate if you’re single." "That’s what sucks. There’s so many more interesting things than guys, but guys are what we spend most of our time talking about." "I think that’s just the way it is, though. No matter what we do, it’s always more special if there’s a boyfriend to share it with." "Or a best friend.

I used to think all that game playing was par for the course and even kind of exciting. It just felt logical to pursue a boy the same way I applied to college—by expending exorbitant time and energy showing what a great catch I am and what a perfect match we’d be, so that after a lengthy waiting period I might get accepted. But now the idea of reliving any version of that charade seems like hell.

Your love interest becomes the most important thing to you. And if the love is requited, it’s the biggest high in the universe, and you’d be fine never being with anyone else. But if this person doesn’t want you back, well, you pretty much wish you were dead . . . or that that person dies miserable.

Prichard's got too much to lose. He can't touch us.' 'Can anyone?' Penn wonders aloud, just as Trent's door opens from the other side. Dean whistles for him to get outside, swinging my baseball bat and parking it over his shoulder. 'Maybe God,' I answer curtly. 'Even that's debatable.' Dean snickers.

I’m positive I wouldn’t consider having sex with Guy if I hadn’t already had sex beforehand. I always knew I wanted my first time to be with someone I loved and who loved me, which it was . . . but shouldn’t I want that for every time? I disagree with what Amy said about how once you go all the way, you can’t go back to “everything but.” But now that I have done it, it doesn’t seem nearly as big a deal to do it again.

Certi miei amici parlavano come se fossi venuto nei boschi per morire di freddo. L’animale si fa semplicemente un letto, in qualche luogo riparato, e lo riscalda con il suo corpo; ma l’uomo, che ha scoperto il fuoco, invece di togliersi il proprio calore rinchiude una quantità d’aria in una stanza ampia e la riscalda; fa di questa il suo letto, dove può muoversi senza i panni più pesanti; conserva una specie di estate nel cuore del1'inverno; per mezzo di una finestra, fa persino entrare la luce, e finalmente prolunga il giorno servendosi di una lampada. Così egli va un passo o due oltre l’istinto, e risparmia un po’ di tempo per le belle arti. Sebbene il mio corpo cominciasse a intorpidirsi se rimanevo esposto per lungo tempo alle più violente bufere, non appena rientravo nella piacevole atmosfera della mia casa ricuperavo le facoltà e prolungavo così la vita.

Un poeta somma in sé l'Atlantico e il leone. Se l'uno vi sommerge, l'altro vi addenta. Se sfuggiamo alle zanne, cadiamo in preda ai flutti. Un uomo che ha il potere di distruggere le illusioni è al tempo stesso belva e onda. Le illusioni stanno all'anima come l'atmosfera alla terra. Toglietele quella tenera coltre d'aria, e vedrete la pianta morire, svanire i colori. La terra su cui noi camminiamo non è che brace estinta. E' marga quella che calpestiamo, e ciottoli ingrati ci feriscono il piede. La verità è un fulmine che ci annienta. La vita è un sogno. E' il risveglio che ci uccide. Colui che ci deruba dei nostri sogni ci deruba della nostra vita.

It goes back to keeping things equal. Friendship feels really demeaning if one person still likes the other more, which is probably what caused the breakup in the first place. It’s such a misnomer that ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ have the word ‘friend’ in them." "I don’t know, Dom. It’s screwed up that people who dug each other enough to go out can’t at least stay friends afterward. "Spoken by a true love virgin.

La soffitta era grande e buia. Odorava di polvere e di naftalina. All'infuori del tambureggiare leggero della pioggia sulle lastre di rame del gran tetto, non si sentiva volare una mosca. Travi possenti, nere di vecchiaia, si levavano a intervalli regolari dal pavimento, si incontravano più in alto con altre travi del tetto, per perdersi poi da qualche parte nel buio. Qua e là pendevano ragnatele grandi come amache, che si muovevano avanti e indietro nella corrente d'aria, lievi e silenziose come spiriti. Dall'alto di un finestrino che si apriva nel tetto scendeva un lattiginoso raggio di luce.

I love where he and I stand right now. It’s like we’re on the brink, and everything’s full of excitement and potential precisely because the heavy making out is still something to look forward to. I realize we can’t remain PG-rated forever. I’m all too aware, though, how easy it is to let hooking up become the crux of a relationship. Then you forget how to just be together and why you should stay together. So for the meantime I’d like to take things slowly in order to prevent hooking up from ever getting too important. Amy would say I’m overreacting, but I’m just trying to learn from past mistakes.

Num mundo no qual todos trabalhassem pouco, tivessem o alimento necessário, vivessem numa casa com banheiro e refrigerador e possuíssem carro ou até avião, a forma mais óbvia e talvez mais importante de desigualdade já teria desaparecido. Desde o momento em que se tornasse geral, a riqueza perderia seu caráter distintivo. Claro, era possível imaginar uma sociedade na qual a riqueza, no sentido de bens e luxos pessoais, fosse distribuída equitativamente, enquanto o poder permanecia nas mãos de uma pequena casta privilegiada. Na prática, porém, uma sociedade desse tipo não poderia permanecer estável por muito tempo. Porque se lazer e segurança fossem desfrutados por todos igualmente, a grande massa de seres humanos que costuma ser embrutecida pela pobreza se alfabetizaria e aprenderia a pensar por si; e depois que isso acontecesse, mais cedo ou mais tarde essa massa se daria conta de que a minoria privilegiada não tinha função nenhuma e acabaria com ela. A longo termo, uma sociedade hierárquica só era possível num mundo de pobreza e ignorância.

Há várias maneiras de ser condenado à morte. Ah! o que eu não daria naquele momento para estar na prisão ao invés de estar ali, eu, cretino! Para ter, por exemplo, quando era tão fácil, previsível, roubado alguma coisa, em algum lugar, quando ainda era tempo. A gente não pensa em nada! Da prisão a gente sai vivo, da guerra não. O resto é lero-lero. Se pelo menos eu ainda tivesse tempo, mas não tinha mais! Não havia mais nada pra roubar! Como seria agradável uma prisãozinha sossegada, é o que pensava, por onde as balas não passassem! Não passam nunca! Eu conhecia uma prontinha, ao sol, bem protegida! Um sonho, a de Saint-Germain, mais exatamente, tão perto da floresta, eu a conhecia bem, volta e meia passava por lá, antigamente. Como mudamos! Na época eu era uma criança, ela me metia medo, a prisão. É que eu não conhecia os homens. Nunca mais acreditarei no que dizem, no que pensam. É dos homens e só deles que se deve ter medo, sempre.

A month ago it would have been my dream just to be in his bedroom watching a movie, but now it’s torture because I want so much more. It’s like my entire conscious state has been reduced to this toxic blend of hope and uncertainty. I hate that I have to act cool and almost pretend I don’t like him when in fact I do, because, God forbid, I come across as desperate for attention or a little clingy, which everyone should know are perfectly natural human behaviors, after all. Ugh!

About two years ago," Cymbra went on, "Wolf conceived the idea of an alliance between Norse and Saxon to stand against the Danes.He thought such an alliance would be best confirmed by a marriage between himself and me.This did he propose in a letter to my brother. With the help of a traitorous house priest, Father Elbert, Daria intercepted that letter and stole Hawk's seal as well. She sent back to Wolf a refusal in Hawk's name and mine that not merely rejected the alliance but also insulted him deeply. His repsonse was all too predictable, although it is certain Daria herself never thought of it." "What did he do?" Rycca asked,trying very hard not to sound breathless. Cymbra smiled in fond memory. "Wolf came to Essex and took me by stealth. We were married as I told you and only then did he send word to Hawk as to where I could be found. Naturally, my brother was very angry and concerned. He came to Sciringesheal, where I did my utmost to convince him that I was happily wed,which certainly was true but unfortunately he did not believe. So are men ever stubborn. One thing led to another and Hawk spirited me back to Essex. Winter set in and it was months before Wolf could follow.During that time, Hawk realized his mistake. Once Wolf arrived, all was settled amicably, which was a good thing because this little one"-she smiled at her drowsy son-"had just been norn and I was in no mood to put up with any more foolishness on the part of bull-headed men. It was while we were at Hawkforte, waiting as I regained strength to return home, that Wolf suggested Hawk and Dragon should also make marriages for the alliance." "Such suggestion I am sure they both heartily welcomed," Rycca said sardonically. Cymbra laughed. "About as much as they would being boiled in oil.Hawk was especially bad. He had been married years ago when he was very young and had no good memories of the experience. But I must say, Krysta brought him round in far shorter time than I would have thought possible." "Do you have any idea how she did it?" Rycca ventured,hoping not to sound too desperately curious. "Oh,I know exactly how." Cymbra looked at her new sister-in-law and smiled. "She loved him." "Loved him? That was all it took?" "Well,to be fair,I think she also maddened, irked, frustrated, and bewildered him. All that certainly helped.But I will leave Krysta to tell her own story,as I am sure she will when opportunity arises.