Madison Beer Quotes

I didn't want to die, but now I needed to figure out how to turn my life into one I wanted to live.

You never know the silent battles people are fighting, even the people you think you’re closest to. You’ll never walk in my shoes, and I’ll never walk in yours.

So different types of pain can all exist at once. It’s not a competition of who has it worse. And someone else’s pain doesn’t take away from your own.

All this to say, there are people out there who will love you for you, and there are people out there who want to.

I used to look at my sensitivity as a weakness. I wondered why I had to care so much, about everything, all the time. But now it is my true superpower. I am grateful to have a sensitive heart. I am lucky to love deeply. I know this now.

All my life I've been labelled “overly sensitive,” but I've always looked at my sensitivity as a sign of a big heart. What's so wrong about caring deeply?

The saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” couldn't be further from the truth. Broken bones heal; words can stick with you for a lifetime.

Healing isn’t linear.

I think there’s a healthy balance between challenging your anxiety and pushing yourself into a situation you can’t handle, but when I feel like it’s manageable, I continue to seek out situations that will stretch the boundaries of my comfort zone.

That's kind of the point – you never know everything, even when you think you might. You never know the silent battles people are fighting, even the people you think you're closest to. You'll never walk in my shoes, and I'll never walk in yours. And we shouldn't have to in order to empathise with each other.

I try to remind myself of the same when I'm struggling – that there's a version of me in the future that is waiting for me, grateful for the lessons that I’m being taught presently, even if right now they feel pointless.

The marketing people are always talking about something called 'consumers'. I have this image of a fat little man in baggy Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and a straw hat with beer-can openers dangling from it, clutching fistfuls of dollars.

There's no experience like listening to a song – something you can do completely alone, yet feel so connected to the artist who wrote it. Something greater connects humankind to music, and I don't think there will ever be a way to describe it with language.

Words are weapons that you can't unspeak.

I'd sacrifice true happiness if it meant avoiding true sadness.

We live in a world that tries to detach us from our bodies.

With so many things working against me and my body, I can't afford to let myself be one of them.

A lot of healing comes naturally, and it can't be rushed. Sometimes we just need time. And patience with ourselves. Sometimes, without reason or formula, we evolve.

When you’re a kid, and the people around you tell you what you are, you believe them.

I didn’t want to die, but now I needed to figure out how to turn my life into one I wanted to live.

And finally, now that you know some chapters of my life, I hope you're reminded that everyone has a story that you just haven't read yet. Thank you for reading some of mine.

Realising that your words are powerful and should be used carefully is a beautiful thing.

You can't hate yourself into the person you want to become. You can't hate your body into looking a different way. You can't hold yourself to an unrealistic standard and then punish yourself for falling short. Hating and criticising yourself is backward progress.

There's no step-by-step guide of formula to life. Sure, it can be intimidating, but it's also comforting that no matter what you choose to do with your time on this planet, as long as you're not hurting anyone, there's no wrong choice. You set your own definition of success.

Don’t work against your body.

I feel a lot. And I feel things deeply. I value those things about myself. I have a lot of passion and a lot of empathy for the people around me.

We have to hold each other to higher standards, even online.

His gray eyes were twinkling with mischief, and I wanted to hit him. Or... something. The warmth inside me was just from the beer, I was pretty sure. Denial was also not just a river in Egypt.

I had built myself around what everyone else expected from me, defined myself by everyone else's comments on my appearance, my talent, my personality. I wanted to be seen for me, we all do. But first I had to see myself and understand what that meant – who this person was. I figured if I could love myself so unconditionally, with such certainty, it wouldn’t matter if anyone else did.

It took me a while to realize ‘getting better’ isn’t about preventing myself from ever encountering negative emotions. It’s about building my toolkit and having practices in place so that I can handle the lows better; it’s about understanding that experiencing those bad days doesn’t mean I’m reverting or losing progress, but simply that I’m human. It’s all a balance. Healing isn’t linear.

I want my story to represent more than just me. While it's a story of my life, it's also a story about the power of empathy and understanding, and what something as simple as human kindness can do in changing someone's life.

It’s about building my toolkit and having practices in place so that I can handle the lows better; it’s about understanding that experiencing those bad days doesn’t mean I’m reverting or losing progress, but simply that I’m human. It’s all a balance. Healing isn’t linear.

I'm still young, and I have so many more years left to learn, and even though I don't exactly know who I am yet, I feel myself getting closer and closer to her every day. And more importantly, I'm enjoying the process. It will happen for you, too. I promise. Be gentle with yourself on the way there.

I used to look at my sensitivity as a weakness. I wondered why I had to care so much, about everything, all the time. But now it is my true superpower. I am grateful to have a sensitive heart. I am lucky to love deeply. I know this now. My ability to be vulnerable with myself and others is strength, and nothing less.

So, uh, where should I…?” I told up the pizza boxes as I trail off. “Oh, right. Kitchen table’s fine.” “I’ll show you!” Madison announces, as if I don’t know where it is, but I let her lead me there anyway. Kennedy shuts the door and follows behind us. I set the boxes on the table, and Madison doesn’t hesitate, popping the top one open. She makes a face, looking horrified. “Gross!” “What in the world are you—?” Kennedy laughs as she glances at the pizza. “Ham and pineapple.” “Why is that fruit on the pizza?” Madison asks. “Because it’s good,” Kennedy says, snatching the top box away before opening the other one. “There, that one’s for you.” Madison shrugs it off, grabbing a slice of cheese pizza, eating straight from the box. I’m gathering this is normal, since Kennedy sits down beside her to do the same. “You remembered,” she says plucking a piece of pineapple off a slice of pizza and popping it in her mouth. “Of course,” I say, grabbing a slice of cheese from the box Madison is hoarding. “Pretty sure I’m scarred for life because of it. Not something I can forget.” She laughs, the sound soft, as she gives me one of the most genuine smiles I’ve seen in a while. It fades as she averts her gaze, but goddamn it, it happened. “You shoulda gots the breads,” Madison says, standing on her chair as she leans closer, vying for my attention like she’s afraid I might not see her. “And the chickens!” “Ah, didn’t know you liked those,” I tell her, “or I would’ve gotten them.” “Next time,” she says, just like that, no question about it. “Next time,” I say. “And soda, too,” she says. “No soda,” Kennedy chimes in. Madison glances at her mother before leaning even closer, damn near right up on me, whisper-shouting, “Soda.” “I’m not so sure your mom will like that,” I say. “It’s okay,” Madison says. “She tells Grandpa no soda, too, but he lets me have it.” “That’s because you emotionally blackmail him,” Kennedy says. “Nuh-uh!” Madison says, looking at her mother. “I don’t blackmail him!” Kennedy scoffs. “How do you know? You don’t even know what that means.” “So?” Madison says. “I don’t mail him nothing!” ... “You give him those sad puppy-dog eyes,” Kennedy says, grabbing Madison by the chin, squeezing her chubby cheeks. “And you tell him you’ll love him ‘the mostest’ if he gives you some Coca-Cola to drink.” “ ‘Cuz I will,” Madison says. “That’s emotional blackmail.” “Oh.” Madison makes a face, turning to me when her mother lets go of her. “How ‘bout root beer?” “I’m afraid not,” I tell her. “Sorry.” Madison scowls, hopping down from the table to grab a juice box from the refrigerator.

Spiced rum with ginger beer and lime. Seemed like your kind of drink.

Theme Song: Your Man – Down With Webster Bling Bling – ALTÉGO Let It All Go – Birdy & RHODES I Think You’re the Devil – Ellee Duke Legendary – Welshly Arms Wonderland – Taylor Swift Skin – Rihanna MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT – Elley Duhé Blue – Madison Beer Devil I Know – Allie X MONEY ON THE DASH – Elley Duhé & Whethan Way Down We Go – KALEO How Do I Say Goodbye – Dean Lewis Do Me – Kim Petras Crying On The Dancefloor – Sam Feldt, Jonas Blue, Endless Summer & Violet Days Wicked – GRANT Love and War – Fleurie Silence – Marshmello (feat. Khalid) Fire on Fire – Sam Smith

I feel a lot. And I feel things deeply.

Theme Song: Greedy – Tate McRae Kill V. Maim – Grimes Chrome Hearted – Jaden Hossler Shameless – Camila Cabello Hypnotic – Zella Day Sweat – Cash Cash (feat. Jenna Andrews) Effortlessly – Madison Beer Let You Down – NF Skeleton Sam – LVCRFT self sabotage – Maggie Lindemann End of the World – bludnymph Sand – Dove Cameron Agora Hills – Doja Cat Got Me Obsessed – Jade LeMac cardigan – Taylor Swift Save Myself – Ashe Ghost – Justin Bieber Siren – amelia milo Don’t Deserve You – Plumb Dynasty – Miia Out of the Woods – Taylor Swift Better Off (Alone, Pt. III) – Alan Walker, Dash Berlin & Vikkstar miss u – Josh Makazo

She called herself a lone wolf,” I remind him. “You think she’s going to be open to marrying me?” “Not a chance,” he admits to me, taking his own pull of his beer. “She’s going to fight you the whole fucking way.” “Oh, I know.” I smile.

Mason poked his head around the corner. "Dad and I are going to the store. Be back later." Lucas sighed. They were probably going out to buy man tools. Or chips and beer. Or jock straps, he thought bitterly.

healing isn't linear.

You'll never walk in my shoes, and I'll never walk in yours. And we shouldn't have to in order to empathise with each other. The saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” couldn't be further from the truth. Broken bones heal; words can stick with you for a lifetime.

You never know everything, even when you think you might. You will never know the silent battles people are fighting, even the people you think you're closest to. You'll never walk in my shoes and, and I'll never walk in yours. And we shouldn't have to in order to empathize with each other.