Joe Goldberg You Quotes

We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we’re never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything

The real horror of my life is not that I’ve killed some terrible people. The real horror is that the people I’ve loved didn’t love me back.

Love is kind, love is patient but also, mainly, above all—yes—Love is perverted.

There is nothing more terrifying than realizing that the one who knows you best loves you least, pities you even.

Los Angeles is full of places to hide a body, but when the person inside the body doesn’t love you, it’s not an easy thing, turning that breathing person into a dead one.

It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel, something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.

I had to stop him from arresting an old lady who let her dog urinate against the fire hydrant that was in front of Burgerville headquarters. "You'll blow our cover." "But what if there is a fire?" "The fire department will come and put it out," I said. "With what?" "Water," I said. "Not from that hydrant," Monk said. "It's inoperable." "No, it's not," I said. "It can still be used." "There is urine all over it," Monk said. "no fireman would dare touch it, nor would any other human being." "Firefighters run into burning buildings," I said."They aren't going to care about some dog pee on a fire hydrant." "They would if they knew," Monk said. "We should call and warn them. Call Joe right now. He can get the word out faster than we can." "Every fire hydrant in the city has dog pee on it, Mr. Monk. It's how dogs mark their territory. I can guarantee you that every male dog that has passed that hydrant has pissed on it." He looked at me, wide eyed, "No." "It's what dogs do," I said. "The firefighters knows this." Monk swallowed hard. "And they still use the hydrants?" "Of course they do." "They are the bravest men on earth," Monk said solemnly.

Everyone here wants so badly to be watched, noticed. And the upside is that the desire to be watched is a blindfold.

Love is a book. You don't skip ahead. You let the story surprise you.

She thinks she's so smart but if you erase an hour, it doesn't mean shit, not unless you erase the weeks leading up to that hour.

The way society treats its books is the most accurate harbinger of its fate.

It seems you’re ashamed of being a good girl.

It seems you’re ashamed of being a good girl.

You're a sweetheart. You see the best in people. You complement me.

Remember Lucas? Your cousin. The one whose Instagram profile you showed me what feels like an eternity ago? Well, I’ve been… checking it out. A few times. More than just a few times. Something like every day? It’s hard to explain but think… Joe Goldberg. Minus the murders.

He is ten feet away from the wire and his eyes are on the prize and he lifts his arms up in a V—ten feet turns into two feet—and he unclips his helmet—two feet turns into ten inches—and

He is ten feet away from the wire and his eyes are on the prize and he lifts his arms up in a V—ten feet turns into two feet—and he unclips his helmet—two feet turns into ten inches—and that is why Glenn is flying. It's almost beautiful and I wish you could see him. The man obsessed with control has none whatsoever and I swear to you, he is smiling while he swims in the air, screaming into the abyss. And then his bones meet the rocks. Crunch.