Kl Quotes

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

It's one of those special places where you feel like time doesn't exist. Where it will always be summer, where I'll always wake up with you.

Claire never went anywhere without a book, and she’d taught me to do the same.

You are affectionate without even thinking about it. You let me talk for hours, and you listen for hours. You make me feel absolutely golden.

Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.

Powerful words come with powerful intent. Where you have passion, strength, courage, and determination you can accomplish anything!

Taylor Swift’s early albums that summer, and there was this one song

The sea air—I loved that smell. I’d missed that smell.

And I do know how much you adore me,” he whispered. “I just wish it was as much as I adore you.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel!” I whisper-yelled. “Get your ass down here!

Of course, Sarah’s was not complete without quoting Taylor Swift, a line from the classic “Lover.

For in looking at evil, we are more easily tainted by it. In using power, we are more susceptible to its use.

While he was the sun that lit your world, you were the darkness that shadowed mine.

Never trust the green M&Ms. The aren't very nice.

I love you, Stephen. I adore you, but I love you even more. 'I love you, too, Killer,' he'd said one night on the phone... 'I adore you, but I love you even more.

And this last year I also realized there are different kinds of love. There’s the dreamy kind you always thought you wanted and then there’s the steady one you never understood but the second you let yourself feel it…it’s nothing like you could have imagined in your wildest dreams.

It was like Taylor Swift was coming to town.

Just remember, rain doesn’t seem all that threatening at first, but too much rain can turn into a flood.

It always amazes me how it is so easy to appear one way to the people around you but to live inside as someone else entirely.

When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. That's for pantywaisters. No. You pucker up, suck them dry, then throw the used rinds back in life's face with a giant fuck-you and a gesture for more.

If you witness evil men committing evil deeds and do nothing, what does that make you?

I like to think we all end up in the place we’re supposed to be eventually. The sum total of our choices carries us to our destiny.

You will never know how high you can climb until you reach the top.

Walking into the bookstore.” He sighed. “Which means he’s a reader, and whoever I date has to be a reader.

Whats ironic,” he adds, shaking his head, “is that everyone’s so busy trying not to look like they’re looking at you that they’re really not looking at you.” Wait. So what you’re saying…” I pause. “What you’re saying is…people aren’t really looking at me?

I’ll tell you when I have my arms around you, he said.

Okay,” the kid said when he had the camera positioned. “Smile.” And I did smile—a smile so filled with happiness, happiness I hadn’t been sure I’d ever be able to feel again.

I have found that the less expectation you put on others, the more happiness you will find with them and yourself.

Dammit, Wit!” Michael’s best man shouted. “It’s not even seven!” Pause. “But, like, good for you, man.

It was Klan custom, for instance, to append a Kl to many words. (Thus would two Klansmen hold a Klonversation in the local Klavern.)

You can't create love, Liam. You just have to take it wherever you find it.

People will underestimate you. That is one of your greatest strengths.

It’s the way I’ve imagined you looking at me my entire life, Maverick.

Let’s pretend that time doesn’t exist. Let’s pretend that this week isn’t ending. Let’s pretend that we will always be us—happy, sunburnt, and tangled up together.

Enough with this pretending nonsense. If you want him, go get him. Don’t miss your shot.

That’s the great thing about love … it finds you. And when it’s true love, it doesn’t go away, and you just know. You don’t have to wonder or guess, because it just … is.

It slipped my mind,” Wit said as I traced the bridge of his nose. “I was busy.” “Yeah, being a serial killer.

We danced the entire time and belted out Taylor Swift songs.

Yes" I nodded. "That was Claire. She dazzled." She just had no idea she dazzled, what big things awaited her.

- I hate you! - I don't believe you. - Why not? - Because you've got my favorite smile on you face-

I shall either find a way or make one.

Wit was too smiley around me, and I found myself too smiley around him.

I was losing friends too quickly, whether by having them stolen or by having them give up on me. It was a terrible feeling.

Sarah talked about her for months before her visit,” Wit said quietly. He chuckled. “It was like Taylor Swift was coming to town.” I half smiled. Sarah was the most devoted of Swifties.

Comparisons get you nowhere. They only make you ashamed of what you should be grateful for.

Inner strength of character cannot be measured by any means but performance in the time of need.

The thing about allies is that they never end up being the people you expect. The same is true for enemies. Which makes them hard to distinguish.

No matter what happens to me, I'll always find you. In every lifetime. In every realm. Because it's always been you for me.

You could say it feels a bit like dressing up in the brightest party clothes so nobody sees how low and lost you feel underneath. You'd be surprised how easy it is to hide your true feelings with a smile and a kind word.

Hope is a torturous thing. It wrenches one from despair just long enough to allow one to take a breath before plunging her back beneath the icy waters. If it wasn't for those breaths, it would be easy to let ice claim the soul. Easy to let surrender swallow the struggle. But hope - cruel mistress that she is - is not satisfied with so neat an ending. Like a house cat with a tiny prisoner, she wants only to torment the soul again, and again, until it dies from a burst heart.

Imagine if I hadn’t gone to class five years ago.” He gestured to Sarah. “I could’ve missed my chance. She saw me that day. There were two hundred people in the room, and somehow, she saw me.” He shrugged. “Any other day, maybe she wouldn’t have. But she saw me, she did, and now here we are. Here we all are.” He glanced at Wit, then gave me a look. “Enough with this pretending nonsense. If you want him, go get him. Don’t miss your shot.” *

I know you don’t like hearing this,” I heard him say, “and I know I promised not to tell you, but you are pretty, Killer. You’re pretty, beautiful, stunning, mesmerizing.” He paused. “But that’s not all you are. You’re everything Claire said and more. Clever, funny, caring, lively, strong, brave—all of it. You are all of it.” He kissed the top of my head. “And I do know how much you adore me,” he whispered. “I just wish it was as much as I adore you.

This place…” He trailed off to gaze up at the moon. “It’s one of those special places where you feel like time doesn’t exist. Where it will always be summer, where I’ll always wake up with you.

He’s brought you back to us. The Farm and him. You’ve been in this sleepy haze this last year and a half—I know we all have—and I don’t think I’ve seen you so awake and alive since that awful day. When the two of you are together…” She shook her head.

Let’s pretend that time doesn’t exist. Let’s pretend that this week isn’t ending. Let’s pretend that we will always be us—happy, sunburnt, and tangled up together. It would hurt. It would really hurt, but it would be wonderful, too—one last perfect day with him.

The sheets and pillows smelled like the sea and citrus. “Oranges,” I murmured. “My shampoo,” Wit murmured back. “I love oranges.” “So you love me.” I giggled. He hadn’t phrased it as a question, and for some reason—lack of sleep, probably—that made me giggle. Really giggle. “You have a nice laugh,” Wit commented. “A nice laugh?” I asked, giggles gone.

I’m not going to break. Just because I broke before doesn’t mean that I’m fragile.

Katie,” he says, cutting me off. “You’re my home. I’m coming home to you. Where you are, that’s where I’ll be.

Life is precious and all too short. So I laugh, sing and dive into things heads first with the hope that I don't scrape my ass on the bottom. And when I do I break out the bandaids

You don't always know how you're going to react to a sudden tragedy breaking your life into little pieces.

I like to think we all end up in the place we’re supposed to be eventually,” Sheila answers wistfully. “The sum total of our choices carries us to our destiny.

She’s the honey trap I fall for. Every. Fucking. Time. Without fail.

You've been dragged through the mud so many times, and your eyes are still fixed on the stars

The Fearless album flashed through my mind.

And then I did it. “Hey, Stephen!” I called, and two seconds later, I was right next to him. I grinned, took his hand, and said, “Tell me more about New Zealand.

But just like the sea air, there was nothing like the wind whipping through your hair as the island came into view.

A Sheerio,” I replied. “For example, Sarah is a Swiftie because she’s part of the Taylor Swift fandom, so Michael’s a Sheerio because he loves Ed Sheeran.

The people we hurt aren’t obligated to unburden us with forgiveness or even with understanding. Some things, we just have to carry.

You mean you don't wear thongs?" I ask, feigning exasperation. "Hell no! I'd be digging that thing out of my ass all night long.

We don’t have the luxury of fallin’ apart, for someone else to come picking up the pieces.

I miss her too - we all do. My heart aches everyday. But being here this week, it's ached a little less. As impossible as it might sound. I feel her presence. I feel it all around us.

Not everyone is abused by getting hit or slapped around, no child. Some people get put down by being called names, or the abuser makes them feel like they crazy and that the abuse ain’t happening.

Sarah had introduced us to Taylor Swift’s early albums that summer, and there was this one song I played from dawn till dusk and even sang in the shower. I just couldn’t get enough of it. Now I hummed the tune softly as if I still listened to it daily.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives."-Albert Einstein.

Okay, I promise. As long as you always apologize, I’ll always forgive you.

I didn’t want to live life as an invalid. I wanted to live it as an adventurer.

Don’t look like that. Anything worth doing is worth risking for. Now, let’s get to work.

Always, time is our worst enemy, stealing away what is most precious to me.

Meredith made quite the first impression,” he added now and motioned to his bruise. “The next Picasso.

Well, in the words of Keith Sweat, whatever you got, you should ‘make it last forever,

When you're fat, people naturally assume you aren't committed. They think you're not disciplined because if you were disciplined you wouldn't let yourself get fat. A + B = C.

I know it seems like it, dear, but you’re not alone. You can let go. I’ve got you.

There is no shame in being afraid.

Pot, meet kettle

He really wanted that monster dick.

She has a carpet rake, for God’s sake. A. Carpet. Rake. Who rakes their fucking carpet? It’s carpet.

Maybe it’s time you explained yourself, Dark Prince,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “If I’m going to keep your secrets then I think it’s time that you shared them with me.

Doesn't it bother you that people don't get it?' Pete starts to shake his head then he catches himself and holds still. Nope,' he says. 'If you know what you love, it doesn't matter what other people think. Besides, people are challenged when they're uncomfortable.

If I were being quite honest– which I probably wouldn’t be no matter what the circumstances entailed– he was almost exactly like the fantasy man I’d envisioned falling passionately in love with. The one I was currently trying to mentally murder in my psyche. That one.

There's something in there," Matt said. "Something alive. It punched me." "Punched you?" Baldwin's face screwed up. "Are you sure a bat didn't fly into you? I bet there are a few in there." Matt rubbed his tender jaw. "Unless its name is Bruce Wayne, that wasn't a bat.

When life hands you lemons, you don’t make lemonade. That’s for pantywaisters. No. You pucker up, suck them dry, then throw the used rinds back in life’s face with a giant fuck-you and a gesture for more.

Look. What do you see? Me? I see a beautiful woman any man would be lucky to have. The only thing you need to change is what's going on in your head. Your mind is crippling you from the best life you could have.

Wars weren't won in a day, they required diplomacy, negotiation, and tactical strategic thought. But I suspected the trickiest battles weren't fought between tough highly trained men in combat. They were those of the quick-witted mind pitched against stubborn, nine-year-old girls!!

Should I put it in my mouth?” “If you’re feeling brave enough.” “How much of it?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before. My answer to that question will always be the more the fucking better, Sweetheart.

Darleen studies her drawing, then she looks up. 'It's not that I don't believe you can get a B,' she says. 'I don't think you're half as dumb as you think I think you are.' If I was smarter, I'm sure I could figure that out.

It was for him that I searched in every whisper of speech I heard, in every gentle touch, in every small glimpse of a face. It was for just one more glimmer of him, one more of his words passing like fine silk through the ring of my mind, one more sweetly bitter kiss searing my lips like fresh ginger.

You’re like a bright flame in a dark night. Like a red flower in a field of dead grass.” ... “Stop thinking of me as a flower and start realizing I can be a help to you. The world isn’t going to let me be a delicate, closely guarded thing. I don’t have a choice but to be tougher than I ever wanted to be.

Professionals don’t know what gives some people a resilient personality,” Dr. Russ said, pacing the classroom. “You can have four people go through something exceptionally traumatic, and one of those people will have a higher resiliency to coping. They won’t turn to drugs or rebel against society, they’ll seek the positive in any given situation. Now the interesting thing is the argument whether resiliency is nature or nurture. Are we born with it, or is it taught to us?

What kind of twisted fucking head games is he playing? Has been playing for years now? I’m sick of it. I’m sick of him. It’s like he makes a sport of keeping me tied to him. How long can I dangle her before she breaks? Little does he know his selfish actions are helping him to eradicate himself from my heart. I hope the door bruises his ass on the way out.

The only thing that stood out in my memory was when the pediatric nurse placed Layla’s semi-naked body under my T-shirt, against my skin. During those few brief minutes the hurt I felt in my heart temporarily dissipated. I sighed deeply when Layla squirmed contentedly as she soaked up my warmth when I cradled her protectively against me. Then, when I felt her little heart beating close to mine through her teeny bony chest, I choked up with the indescribable distress I felt, and my tears fell