Love Atticus Quotes

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. 

I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

Watch carefully the magic that occurs when you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Love her but leave her wild.

A sky full of stars and he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

It was her chaos that made her beautiful. 

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

That was her magic— she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

Chase your stars fool, life is short. 

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie. 

Time is all we have and don’t. 

I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she's gone I wonder if I should've just been better.

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

It was never the way she looked always the way she was I would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe. 

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

There’s too much risk in loving,’ the young boy said, ‘no,’ said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. 

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

We were strange in love her and I too wild to last too rare to die.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be. 

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

Our songs live longer than our kingdoms.

She was not for everyone but she was for me. 

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

I just need you and some sunsets. 

Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue. 

It's a lonely thing, protecting a breakable heart

As he took her hand he gave her all she had been waiting for-- a shiver down her spine.

Never go in search of love, go in search of life, and life will find you the love you seek.

THE HARDEST STEP WE ALL MUST TAKE IS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

She found herself over a long and treacherous road and the more treacherous the road became, the more of herself she found.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky and she will teach you both to fly.

She walked through her life heavy from the mighty wings upon her back.

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

I would rather have a body full of scars and a head full of memories than a life of regrets and perfect skin.

LIFE IS A JOURNEY TO FIND THE PEOPLE WEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

Words will scratch more hearts than swords.

She didn’t want love, she wanted to be loved— and that was entirely different.

LOVE COULD BE LABLED POISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

Come, my darling, it is never too late to begin our love again.

THE RIGHT POEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO. —ATTICUS

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

I could never love her, the fear of losing would be too strong. 

Put a girl in moonlight and tell only truths and every man becomes a poet.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

I love you most in that place between coffee and sleep.

But stories are like people, Atticus. Loving them doesn’t make them perfect. You try to cherish their virtues and overlook their flaws. The flaws are still there, though. " "But you don’t get mad. Not like Pop does." "No, that’s true, I don’t get mad. Not at stories. They do disappoint me sometimes." He looked at the shelves. "Sometimes, they stab me in the heart.

EVERYTHING WE LOVE IS WELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways.

Go forth and conquer for the world is small and you are the giant and in every step you take will make the ground shake as it rises to meet you

Love is a strange dark magic.

It’s not the fear of losing them that scares us, it’s that we have given them so many of our pieces that we fear losing ourselves when they are gone

What of the firefly, the one I love to chase? The old man smiled Love her he said but leave her wild, and the old oak tree I love to climb? Love her, he said, but leave her wild the bird that sings that song I love? Love her, he said, but leave her wild and the wolf that cries to the old joke moon? Love her, he said, but leave her wild and the horse that loves to run with storms? Love her, he said, but leave her wild. And what of her, the one I love most? And the old man smiled. Yes, he said, you must love her too but love her wild and she’ll love you

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey. 

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

Travel and love are worth the sacrifice for a life without them is a life unexplored.

She was that wild thing I loved. My dark between the stars.

But stories are like people, Atticus. Loving them doesn't make them perfect. You try to cherish their virtues and overlook their flaws. The flaws are still there, though. But you don't get mad.

Sometimes it's the ones that seem to love themselves the most, that actually love themselves the least. 

She wore his love like a loaded gun. 

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

She wasn’t waiting for a knight— she was waiting for a sword.

Don’t give up now, chances are your best kiss your hardest laugh and your greatest day are still yet to come

Silly girl, your different was your beautiful all along.

True love comes when you lose where you end and they begin and the atoms in your souls forget where they belong and slowly you become pieces of each other too close now to ever be apart

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars to see the dreams come true around her.

I don’t believe in magic,” the young boy said, and the old man smiled, “You will, when you see her.

And as I sat and looked at her and the rolling hills she sat upon I thought, what amazing luck I have that the world had created such beautiful things and given me the eyes to see them.

Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will— even behind the darkest clouds, and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter for that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. To love you is not my promise but my fate— to burn for you until I can burn no more.

The world’s perception of you exists only in memories. Give them new ones

You are enough, a thousand times enough.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside. 

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

Love is throwing yourself into a stormy sea hoping there are arms to catch you knowing that without the leap there is only the safe and lonely shore

We all wear masks, some with makeup some with smiles some with wives or husbands cars or clothes we hide from the world and from ourselves we hide from our truths behind our eyes running always from our real but somewhere there where truth meets courage we are waiting to be found

Obsession is not love, infatuation is not love, when someone ignores you or treats you poorly, carelessly, or with indifference that’s not love— that’s a lack of love, for yourself, for trying to fill your missing pieces with theirs but when someone is whole and you are whole and you act in kindness and benevolence, vulnerability through strength, love becomes an exchange with another person— and that is its truest form

She did not stand alone, but what stood behind her, the most potent moral force in her life, was the love of her father. She never questioned it, never thought about it, never even realized that before she made any decision of imprtance the reflext, 'What would Atticus do?' passed through her unconscious; she never realized what made her dig in her feet and stand firm whenever she did was her father; that whatever decent and of good report in her character was put there by her father; she did not know that she worshiped him.

If I had all the treasure in the world, I would follow my dreams, play with my children, and spend time with my wife.” “No,” said the old man. “If you followed your dreams, played with your children, and spent time with your wife, you would have all the treasure in the world

My sweet darling, all these tears, this hurt, the pain in your heart, do not fight it anymore, it is a gift, you see, to feel this much and even though it’s hard it means you’re alive with each of these tearful breaths gasped your soul awakens, more alive in the pain than you were in the numb, you are coming back to me now, my love, lucid in this darkness— so cry aloud, yell, and fall, and I will be here waiting to catch you when the waking up is done