Ivy Aberdeen's Letter To The World Quotes

She felt raw, a painting that wasn't dry yet. One hard nudge and she'd smear all over the place.

Maybe 'perfect' was just another word for belonging. For feeling like yourself. It didn't mean things weren't hard. It just meant they were right.

It's okay not to be okay. Most people don't think so, but I do. It has to be okay to not be okay all the time

The feeling was wild and sort of unpredictable, like a good summer storm.

How was Ivy supposed to know how to handle all these feelings for June, all these feelings at all, if everything she saw and read about and heard about was all boy-girl, girl-boy?

The whole world was crying as everything fell apart.

Her heart was no longer zooming. It wasn't melting or standing still. It was shattering.

Resilient means the ability to withstand or recover quickly from difficulties. It doesn't mean things aren't hard. It doesn't mean we aren't hurt. It just means we keep going. We keep living. We keep trying.

Both girls were happy inside that treehouse, their secret small and safe. Ivy wished she was there right now. It sounded like a wild adventure, sitting in that treehouse while the sky fell down around them.

This is me. I'm your best friend, and I had to hear it from Jesse Ryder, who said he saw you two kissing in your car. How do you think that made me feel?

That a heart could exist that's big enough to fit a whole person inside. Isn't that cool?

Ivy was tired of secrets.

If a person was questioning all this stuff, that person doesn't have to know all the answers. They don't have to be sure about anything. They don't have to label themselves as anything but as humang being if they don't want to. Does that make sense?" "I... I think so." "That person can just let themselves feel and think about what they need to. It's okay to wonder. To be curious. And it's okay to be sure too. But you--that person--don't have to be, all right?

It was so nice to be hugged by a grown-up, by someone Ivy liked and trusted. It was nice to feel taken care of.

Seeing isn't sharing.

Even made-up stories are about the truth," Ivy said.

Pondering mysteries?" Taryn asked. Ivy let herself smile. A couple of years ago, Taryn started calling those times when they'd be hanging out and then got really quiet "pondering mysteries". It was never an awkward quiet, but the kind that Ivy liked best. Friendly quiet, like the times they would jump on the big trampoline in Taryn's backyard until their sides hurt from laughing, and then they'd collapse onto the stretchy surface and stare up at the trees in silence. They'd ponder mysteries.

In the end, this was about me, not them," Robin said, tapping her chest. "And the people in my life could either accept that or they could live without me." Ivy swallowed hard. "Did anyone choose to... well..." "Live without me?" Ivy nodded. Robin smiled sadly. "One friend. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. But if she couldn't love me for me, then I didn't need her in my life. I know that's easier said than done, and it took me a long time to really believe that, but it's the truth.

No," Taryn said quietly. "I started it so you'd talk to me.

Definitely a crush," Jessa had said, crunching on a baby carrot. Her glossy hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it away. "Oh yeah," Robin said, and Ivy huffed a lot of air through her nose. "I know," Ivy said. "Now what do I do about it?" Robin's smile turned serious, and she took Ivy's hand. "Honestly? Nothing. It'll hurt for a while, and then it will get better." Robin said it would be okay. And Ivy believed her. "You just focus on you," Robin said, ripping off an edge of crust from her sandwich and popping it into her mouth. "Focus on friendship and feeling okay with yourself and proud of yourself. That's what's important right now.

She felt a storm in her head.

Maybe Ivy and June's friendship was just a different kind of friendship, stormier and wilder, just like she'd thought last night.

Ivy's heart leaped into her throat. She felt sick and glittery, droopy and elated. She had no clue which emotion to trust.

They're happy because they're together. They're happy because they can be themselves.

... I was mad because Gigi didn't tell me, and I heard it from some guy I barely knew. I was hurt that Gigi didn't trust me with that...

Funny, Ivy thought, all the things that people could survive that they never imagined they could.

Even if Keeper was June, there was a big difference between writing words on notes in a locker and saying the same words out loud while looking into June's big brown eyes.

But then, Ivy saw herself reaching out and holding June's hand. And she didn't hold it like she might hold Taryn's or Layla's or even like she'd held June's hand in the past. She tangled her fingers with June's. She ran her thumb over June's knuckles. She sat so close to June that their shoulders pressed together. She-

When Ivy told her about the idea, Mom had called it a graphic memoir. Ivy just called it a letter to the world.

No saber era mejor. No saber todavía significaba posibilidad.