Ilsa Quotes

The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.

Love is a knife that cuts out your heart piece by piece, feeding it to the boy you love.

Some people think God puts difficult people in our lives for a reason, to make us better people as we sharpen ourselves on the knife of their shortcomings.

His understanding of the theme of the book made me hot. Right then and there, I wanted to toss him down on the floor, crawl on top of him like the Jane Austen reader I was.

But this girl, she lived in a bubble, and seeing her out at a frat party was like spotting a unicorn.

She was my queen and I wanted to be her king. I wanted to sit at the throne of her body and love her forever,

I came up for air. “It’s you, always you, my Mr. Darcy.” “I love you too, Elizabeth Bennett.

Clarity happens to all of us when our heart jumps ship, and mine was no different.

She was my queen and I wanted to be her king.

Big moments happen with the smallest actions, and sometimes it's not until later we connect the dots, but in that instant, I knew that somehow, someway Declan was going to own my heart.

The thing to remember about a kick is you go for his twigs and berries" ~Declan~

Alright, the next pretty bird that walks through that door is up for grabs.

I’d like to pet that jungle cat, rub his silky fur and make him purr … I slapped myself mentally. Jungle cat? Make him purr? What was wrong with me tonight?

As far as I knew, Nadia was still with her new guy, some fancy tennis player from Brazil. Donatello or Michelangelo or something. Ninja Turtle? Yeah.

I was putting my foot down with my new neighbor.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.

Behind every beautiful thing is a world of pain.

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.

He was my Prince Charming, but I wasn't his Cinderella.

I can't forget the words you've never said.

This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

Obeying orders just to obey is the mark of a person who has ceased to think. Remember, it is better to suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong.

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

But sticking to rules just because they're there does not make them right. You need to learn when the rules should be broken.

Safe. That is a pretty word.

Sometimes I wish I had a lower IQ so I could enjoy your company.

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.

It was that stages-of-anger thing. I was shocked and then I got pissed and then I fought like hell … and then I went numb. They called it acceptance, but it wasn’t. It’s what happens when you have only two choices: live with the monster, or kill yourself.

No matter the road you take, it doesn’t matter if it’s beautiful or ugly, hard or smooth, paved or pitted with ruts—it’s your road to take. What matters is how it ends.

I decided Conrad was right after all. Ilsa was meant to be with Laszlo. That was the way it was always supposed to end. Rick was nothing but a tiny piece of her past, a piece that she would always treasure, but that was all, because history is just that. History.

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

Everybody breaks sooner or later, Bob. Anyone can drown. Sometimes you see it. Most often, you don’t because the body protects and the skin hides, so drowning doesn’t look like drowning and some people scar so nicely. Take it from an expert.

We all have our fictions, little lies we tell ourselves to keep going from one day to the next.

Truth can be awful and even excruciating, but once it's released, it's like a bird that's been caged too long who finally flies to freedom. I felt a little like that. Free

Happiness. I believed few people ever achieved it.

Loving people hurt; losing them could destroy you.

Scars serve as medals of honor, and the strongest hearts have the most.

I fucking hated pity. It was a wasted emotion.

We were like matching bookends, almost touching but with volumes between us and stories, so many stories.

It’s my experience that a weakness understood is no weakness. If you know you have it, even if you can’t control it, you can make allowances for it. It is those who ignore or don’t understand their weaknesses who are wasted by them.

Sometimes you don't know what you need until it's gone

My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.

And please," Ilsa Hermann advised her, "don't punish yourself, like you said you would. Don't be like me, Liesel.

No one can help but stare at the monster, because horror is a cousin to awe.

if love is the answer then I don't wanna ask the question

That´s the problem with the truth. Sometimes the truth is ambiguous, or really bad cliche.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

Why was he my Romeo, but I wasn't his Juliet?

Run, she told herself. Run, you idiot, run. But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.

Those brain-zapped kids weren’t the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.

It's the small moments that take your breath away and make you truly happy, like the first time you see your newborn's face or...or when you meet someone who could be your soulmate.

As it turned out, Ilsa Hermann not only gave Liesel Meminger a book that day. She also gave her a reason to spend time in the basement, her favorite place, first with Papa, then Max. She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. "Don't punish yourself", she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Sometimes, you just need a badass theme song to get you through the day.

I didn't want to coast by anymore. I wanted some fucking happiness.

No one saw me go. No one thinks to look for someone who's always there. - Ilsa

People will die," he echoed, thinking of Ilsa. Ilsa in her room, surrounded by stars. Ilsa in the Barren, surrounded by ghosts.

As the dog sprinted back, Jack said to the girl, "Sweetheart,honey, why do you have to be so hateful?" "Why not?" Ellie said. "It's not like being good ever got me anywhere.

Is it true that soulmates always end up together? I didn't think so, but I hoped that if there was such a thing as reincarnation, we would meet again in a another life and try again. If it was possible, I'd find him, for another chance at love.

My nana used to say that broken people love the hardest because they appreciate the things that make their heart beat. Do I make your heart beat?

I'm the only one for you, just me. You're my bad girl. No one else's.

Don’t make it hard on me, please. Just, someday in the future, find me. Just find me and come up to me and tell me you still love me and want me and can’t live without me in your arms—

As soon as forever is gone, I'll be over you.

Fuck Briarcrest Academy, and fuck you all.

I love how he laughs. It’s the color of the sun, soft and warm and golden.

Making something out of nothing made me feel like I was important, like I had value.

And like the missing chips in this china, pieces of my spirit were also gone, destroyed by people who claimed to love me.

Falling for someone can be a lot like playing roulette. You don't know what will happen when you place that bet, but you can take a deep breath anyway and put all the chips out there. And when the ball spins around and around, you pray it lands on your number. Probability says you'll likely lose, and in this game of love with Leo, odds were I would lose, too, but I had to try.

I'd like to sleep for a hundred years, wake up and try again. -Nora Blakely

Everything breaks . . .

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.

An unforgiving heart is like rat poison to the one who holds it. One of the nuns told me that once

Sometimes the loneliest place on earth is in the midst of a crowd

Look around you, Ilsa. We're all scared. It's only a weakness if you give into it.

Safe," she said with a hollow smile. "That is a pretty word." "Come on," snapped Kate beside the door. "But--" "Don't worry, August. I'm not afraid of the dark." Our sister has two sides. He took Ilsa's face in his hands. "Please be careful." They do not meet. "Go," she said. "Before the cracks catch up.

You're dreaming," said Ilsa in her singsong way. She rested her chin on top of his shoulder, and squinted. "What is that in your eyes?" "What?" "That speck. Right there. Is it fear?" He found her gaze in the mirror. "Maybe," he admitted.

I was just a simple, young girl whose love for a boy would last until the end of time.

He took one look at Allegro and frowned. Allegro took one look at him and put its ears back. Ilsa broke into a laugh, as sweet as chimes, and right then August knew, for sure, that he was keeping the cat.

Because if you can just hold off the moment when you must confront reality, time stands still and you can keep pretending that life will continue as you´ve known it: that nothing-not even something as wonderful and as terrible as love-has broken your world beyond repair.

He closes his eyes briefly and looks as if he might say something, but he doesn't, and sometimes when people don't speak, they say everything , don't they?

When the heart sinks, people fall.

People drown, quietly, before our eyes, all the time.

What you couldn't see and only imagined was always scarier than what was real.

The truth is, trying not to want her made me want her more.

Trouble at two o'clock. Evil bitch and copycat cohort arriving in three, two, one...annnd...they're here.

Why did I want her so fucking much? Why couldn't I push her away like I did everyone else? Why couldn't I breathe when I saw her?

For that matter, my heart is broken. So maybe they´ĺl give me his. It´s something to shoot for. And maybe, in all that, Bob? There is forgiveness...

You can’t go because I won’t get over you. I won’t ever find someone like you. I won’t ever kiss a girl like you. I love you.

Craft makes our homes more human. -Ilsa Crawford

Your scars are beautiful. It means you survived. It means you’re here with me.” He kissed my wrist, light as a feather—and changed everything about us. “It’s my favorite part of you,

When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder, and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann's feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud and clumsy. Two giant words...I'm sorry.

Leo, I know it’s unexplainable because I barely know you, but being with you makes me feel good inside and happy. I’ve never had that. When I see you, I feel like I’m home. Like we’re pieces of a puzzle that have finally come together. And . . . and I think being happy isn’t about the big moments, like when you graduate from college or get that job you’ve been wanting. It’s the small moments that take your breath away and make you truly happy, like the first time you see your newborn’s face or . . . or when you meet someone who could be your soulmate.

You don't want me, Nora. I'll fuck you, and when I'm done, I'll leave you.

This...this means everything. We are everlasting. Fucking forever. I love you so much. Seeing my words for you on your body makes me insane for you.

Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?

The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.

Scars serve as medals of honor, and the strongest hearts have the most. I like your scars. Share them with me.

They call it the drowning instinct. It´s when drowning doesn´t look like drowning. In real life, if the water´s very cold, a person can´t help but gasp. It´s reflex. The thing is as soon as water hits your lungs, your throat closes off, even it the water´s warm. Your body´s trying to protect itself, and the reality is that a lot more people suffocate than truly drown. Regardless, to people on land, especially when you´re really close to the end, you don´t look like you´re in trouble. You don´t scream, but that´s because you can ´t, and you don´t wave your arms either or expend a lot of energy flailing. You´re just there. So people don´t notice that you´re drowning. That´s me. I think I´ve been drowning all this time and doing it so quietly, even I didn´t know it.

That pain moves when you move; it mutters between every breath; it spikes your ears; it rips. You think pain can’t be any more horrible than that. Until you discover that the well is bottomless. There’s always more.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity. Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have no meaning. They yearn for the bullet, if only someone else will pull the trigger.

He grunts. "Really? No one wanted them to be together. None of the gods approved. Who'd love the kind of the underworld?" "The right person.

Tell yourself you’re dead, the way Matt does, so the past can’t hurt you.

She's stupid on a stick.

...she said all writers were prima donnas, drunks, social misfits, pompous, or depressed. Brilliant, maybe, but completely crazy.

If I want to fuck Cuba, then I’ll enjoy every dirty moment. I’m not afraid of getting my heart broken Leo. There’s not one there to break.

You are only confined by the rules you set for yourself. Live your life,

I don't know what I expected. No, I'm lying. I know what I wanted.

As they descended through the portal underneath the abbey, she shed Jeanie's skin and became Ilsa again; the Ilsa who had never belonged in the world above.

Easy as pie.” “Have you ever made pie?” Ilsa asked. “No,”Fergus admitted. “But I’ve eaten lots, and with the exception of pies made by our great-aunt Blaire, there wasn’t one I’d call difficult.

Ilsa approached the office of Dr. Dr. Bradford M. Bradford armed with her thesis. But she hesitated a moment before opening the outer door. Habit made her tremble before the awful majesty of the dean. Still, her recent adventures changed things. Had the dean ever hijacked a Spanish ship of the line? Run a British blockade at sea? Had he ever trudged over hill and dale to a Revolutionary army camp? Had he ever shaken hands with George Washington or flown a kite with Benjamin Franklin? Did he have an actual duke staying in his spare bedroom? She was pretty sure the dean would fail all these simple tests.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity. Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have no meaning. They yearn for the bullet, if only someone else will pull the trigger.

You are the best person in all my universes

...Happiness is simply collecting and remembering all the good moments in your life...

Love is never perfect, in fact, it’s the exact opposite of perfect, but that’s okay, because it gives you room to grow and explore.

She licked her lips, and I ached to kiss her mouth. I wanted to lick it, nip it, suck on it; I wanted to own it. I wanted to give her a kiss she's never fucking forget.

I think. I sense. I wonder.

Don't get so caught up in looking behind you forget to look ahead.

Why can’t a devil want an angel?

Big moments happen with the smallest of actions,

I want you kissing me, just me. I want you, Tulip, you, you, you, you…

Dear Ava, today is the beginning of anything you want,

Nobody gets to stay the same, little brother.

The tropical sun flickered between the swaying fronds of palm trees overhead. Ray and Ilsa rubbed their necks and blinked as they came out of their stupor. Their hair stood on end in frazzled locks, like quills upon the fretful porcupine. Their clothes were scorched, but they were alive. Or were they? Speechless, they gazed at their surroundings. Above them was an azure sky with fluffy clouds shaped like Spanish galleons sailing across a celestial sea. Birds chattered and sang in the foliage, which was fragrant and brilliant with blue, and pink and yellow flowers. Had they died? Was this heaven? Or, perish the thought, since obviously they were in the tropics, the other place?

So I think I’ll stay here a little while longer. There’s plenty of time to get off this gurney and open that door and rejoin the rest of you. There’s all the time I have left on Earth. There’s the rest of my life.

When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann’s feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud, and clumsy.

What you feel, you attract. What you imagine, you create. A jug fills drop by drop.

I gargled a laugh, but I'd never felt more like crying in my life. "I'm fine.

Monster or not, he was risking his neck to save her.

As if she sensed me, her eyes opened and when her green ones found mine, I swear, it felt like someone hit the pause button on the universe and she was all I could see.

The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?

I never met a girl I couldn't say goodbye to

It felt good to be bad-nora

Forget dressing slutty for a guy; just lick an ice cream cone in front of him. -Nora Blakely

We think we’re invincible, but we’re not. One way or another, we’re all placed six feet under.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are they crazy?” –Albert Einstein

People feel how they feel. You can’t change that.

He laughs and leans away from me, but not before the air around him shifts and I catch his cologne. He smells like the ocean, salt and sunshine and coconuts, and my chest swells.

Just, someday in the future, find me. Just find me and come up to me and tell me you still love me and want me and can’t live without me in your arms—

the heart knows when it sees its forever.

Material goods rarely alter our levels of happiness, unlike emotional experience. Having can never replace being. -Ilsa Crawford

In our deeds we can structure our lives so that the simple things that we do everyday, from bathing to cooking, have resonance and ritual. -Ilsa Crawford

With no sense of smell, your memories dropped like pennies out of a ripped pocket, until the past was ashes and your parents were blanks: nothing more than the holes in Swiss cheese.

Listen, when you like a flower, you pluck it. When you love a flower, you water it daily, hold it close, tell it your secrets, and watch it bloom and grow strong. You grow strong with it.

As a doc, though, I've seen what happens when people are under a lot of stress. Doesn't always bring out their best. When people are scared, they get angry. They'll do things they never thought they would. They'll bargain and compromise in order to survive; they'll chase after miracle cures and believe just about anything so long as it gives them hope. When hope fails, then watch out. Some people get brutal. They'll turn on each other; they'll become their own worst enemies.

Suddenly, a spiral of lightning snaked across the frowning sky and struck Ray and Ilsa. In a spectacular flash, they vanished. An earth-shattering bang of thunder knocked over all the FBI agents. Ilsa’s file of genealogical records flew into the air. The thoroughly singed pages flew down the street, twisting in the frantic breeze. The bullhorn fell from the limp fingers of Agent Schweppes’ hand. The rain began to fall like bullets.

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.

I shrugged and took a page from the stupid girl book and flicked my hair over my shoulder.

Raccoon." She saw Ellie put a hand to her mouth to cover the giggles and then looked back at Tom. "Like, you caught it?" "Well, it sure didn't get Fed-Exed [...]

...what's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

Italian food trumps ex-boyfriends every time,

You really didn't appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it.

You’re beautiful,” he said softly. Simple words. Heavy weight. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous of her. You’re everything she isn’t, and I like it. A lot.

I wanted her in my skin. I wanted her in my soul. And I wanted in hers.

Be good and you’ll be lonely.’” He arches a brow. “Mark Twain?

You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take tonight off?

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me. ​— ​The Outsiders, S. E. Hinton

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.

I doubted I would need my eyes. I drew in the dark, after all.

It was, come to think of it, a little like a kinder, gentler Psycho-Dad making one of his command decisions. Exactly the same, only without all the fuss and blood.

Fuck you perfectionism. Without you, I am brilliant.” –Coco J. Ginger

You never stop loving someone; you just learn to live without them.” –Nora Blakely

I cup his face. “Scars serve as medals of honor, and the strongest hearts have the most. I like your scars. Share them with me.

You kiss like it’s your last.

..... desire is so much sweeter when you cant have it.

Oh, I see the promise in those beautiful eyes of his. The seriousness. The heat. I see him. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t love often, but once he does, it’s with everything he has.

Ray looked up and scanned Ilsa from North to South and then from East to West. It only took a moment. Ray was in love. Again. Probably. Conscious of his dashing Hispanic allure, Ray was always optimistic about his chances with the female sex. He had left a very long string of girlfriends in his wake, but there was something about this woman, who projected such shyness about her untapped feminine charms, that made his already active pulse race. Somehow he couldn’t help imagining her blundering into his bedroom at midnight wearing nothing but a towel. Those many affairs of the past, he told himself, were just steppingstones of his dead past on which he was rising to the discovery of his one, true love. And here she was. Probably.

I've tried breaking things to feel better - and found that it only feels better while things are breaking, not the next moment, when they're broken. It's a release that leads to nowhere.

I´d never heard a man cry before, Bob, but...it´s awful. (...) I think some man aren´t used to it and don´t know what to do with all that feeling. Their emotions are hexane ignited in their chests and rips them apart, and then they feel like they´re going to die-just as something was dying, at that moment in Mitch.

Ese día a Liesel le costó mucho decir lo que dijo al marcharse. Traducido, podríamos comentar que tuvo que forcejear con dos palabras gigantes, cargarlas al hombro y arrojarlas con torpeza a los pies de Ilsa Hermann. Pesaban tanto que al final la tambaleante niña no pudo sostenerlas más y cayeron de lado. Quedaron postradas en el suelo en toda su extensión, extravagantes y desgarbadas.

lips, taking in the sensual curves, wondering how they would feel pressed against mine. “Do I have a shot?” I don’t know what makes me say it. He gives me a wolfish, knowing smile. “I would love to fuck you, but we might never see each other again. I don’t make promises.” I picture us naked in a heated embrace, his powerful body sliding inside me, and my lower body clenches at the thought—even as I cringe. I’m supposed to still be in love with Bennett,

Let me set this straight in case there’s any question about how many girls I’ve had or this whole girl-of-the-month thing that keeps popping up. It’s a rumor people like to perpetuate because of who I am. I date girls and we break up and I really don’t think about them much again. This isn’t that. You aren’t them. Never in a million years.” She kisses me. And shit, the world is golden.

If I Can’t Have You” by Shawn Mendes plays on the speakers, a song about keeping your distance, about hating to admit how you really feel about someone you can’t have. Goose bumps skate over my arms. Why does that song make me think of him?

You know, Bob, school is school, one of those life experiences we kids all have to get through in order to become you. Then we wonder what all the fuss was about, especially while we're cleaning up your little messes: toxic waste, war, bank bailouts. Honestly, if we ran up debt the way you guys do? You'd ground us, take away our cells, and make us clean toilets with a toothbrush until we'd pay back every penny.

I’ve learned that beauty on the outside doesn’t matter if the inside is rotten.

And yet morning will come,” I say to myself. “And you will watch the sunrise.

Sometimes it only takes one sunrise to know someone.

Watching you with him nearly killed me, it did, and I pushed through, but that’s done. You, you…slay me, baby girl.

Loving Declan was like the rain storms I loved to dance in. Crazy and unpredictable, sometimes turbulent, sometimes gentle.

What about study hall? Shouldn't I go to the library? "What for, Ms. Lord?" Mr. anderson said. "You're with me

Bad decisions can make some damn good memories!

Could you love me, love me, love me Do it, please, fall for me. Baby, give me one more moment, Just one more moment with you. ~"Fly Away" by Leo Tate

I lie awake and dream of her; I close my eyes and dream of her.

Aunque pasen los días y el amor también y nos digan que el amor lo cura todo, no te lo creas, tú no te lo creas

Forget those stupid MasterCard commercials. Watching two chicks duke it out in high heels...now, that's priceless.

The sun may be gone, but the stars are still there, waiting, always giving you light.

Let’s just say I know how to satisfy a woman, to have her crave me every moment we’re apart.” I volunteer as tribute. What? No.

We’ve been rejected before, and when it happens, we make plans. We move on. We survive.

A person can want something at one point in their life, then want something entirely different later, especially after they’ve realized what’s important.

Tell me...tell me how much you want me, Leo," I breathed out. "I want to lay you down and slip deep inside you. I want to find every secret part of you with my lips, my tongue, my hands. I want you to ride me while I watch. I want to hear our skin slapping together. I want to wake up next to you in the morning and do it all over again. Need you so much. You're all I want.

. . . he inwardly acknowledged the irony that, had Ilsa not been so keen to act as midwife to a romantic relationship between himself and Robin, he might now have been sitting in Nick and Ilsa's flat in Octavia Road, enjoying a laugh with two of his old friends and indeed with Robin herself, whose company had never yet palled on him, through the many long hours they had worked together.

What do you have on?" he seethed back, glaring at my dress. "You don't like it? I didn't think you noticed." He rubbed his face with his hands and then stared at the dress. "If there was ever a fucking dress I've ever noticed, it's that one," he muttered out. "You're not wearing it to the party.

Beauty isn't on the outside. I learned that in the pageants. I met some beautiful women who were ugly on the inside and some who were incredible. Beauty is how we go on, the life we create around us. Living a life that's meaningful. I'm not sure I'm there, to be honest. I'm trying hard. We all are.

It’s as if she’s disappearing a little at a time. You know that feeling you get, the one that makes your soul shrivel, the one that tells you what’s happening is out of your control. There’s nothing I can do to save her.

did know with certainty that life is full of bad people, broken people, sad people, betrayed people, twisted people, and people with secrets and scars the world never sees. Yet, it is also full of people who love each other. People

You’re the little girl who always did exactly what she wanted anyway. You have so many gifts, Elena, so much talent and creativity and drive. I’m so proud of you and the person you are. And I never want you to do or be someone you aren’t. I want you to love yourself first and take your own path, even if it isn’t mine but one next to me where you go further than I ever dreamed, where you’re happy. My love for you is strong, baby girl. It holds no laws; it is limitless. I want you to be you.

From the moment she’d taken the stage, my eyes had followed her. Probably because she was tall and blonde and wealthy, a prime example of an American princess-type. I bet she was popular and the quarterbacks girlfriend. I bet she had a pet Chihuahua she carried around in her purse. No doubt, her parents gave her anything her heart desired. She was spoiled rotten and didn’t know shit about the real world. Nora Blakely was everything I avoided when it came to girls.

It’s now or never, Dax. Tell her how you feel. Own it. Embrace it. “Never have I ever loved someone so much that I’d get down on my knees and beg her to forgive me for being too young to know that what we had was the most beautiful thing in the world, and all I had to do was let go of my fears and love her forever.

No, but will you step out here in the hall so we can talk? Just five minutes?" "I'm, like, super busy. You have no idea. Sorry." I lean in. "But, Francesca. I want to see you. Your whole person. Without you and Mr. Darden yelling back and forth. Without the toboggan and glasses you had on at Café Lazzo." My voice lowers. "And without the mask, Princess Bride.

I didn’t know jack, but I did know that even after the people you love are torn from you, time keeps beating away at the black metronome that’s called life. It doesn’t care that you’ve cracked wide open, that you’re screaming for everyone to just stop. It doesn’t hear you. You are nothing. People still go to dinner, planes take off and land, lions roar, violins play. And you are left in your corner, hanging on to memories, nothing more than a speck of dust on the metronome’s base.” —from the journal of Violet St. Lyons