Noel Quotes

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.

You never know what you have till you've lost it.

If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.

Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. - Wizard

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.

Now I know I've got a heart because it is breaking. - Tin Man

Oh, so you see some chick in baggy jeans and a hoodie, and you just have to have her so bad, you decide to repeat high school, just to get her?" "Sounds about right." He laughs.

The fact is, the heart and mind aren't always friendly. And in my case, they're barely speaking.

We meet the people we’re supposed to when the time is just right.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.

But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

I like long walks, especialy when they are taken by people who annoy me.

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

Life is still life. It’s still tough, complicated, and more than a little messy, with lessons to be learned, mistakes to be made, triumphs and disappointments to be had, and not every day is meant to be a party.

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

My feelings for you are not conditional. I don't judge you. I don't lose patience with you. I don't punish you. I just love you. That's all. Pure and simple.

That's what true love is. It cannot be broken, it cannot be chipped away, it's eternal, everlasting, and it can weather any storm.

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.

You're strictly a tulip girl—a red tulip girl.

How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? I don't know, but some people without brains do an awful lot of talking.

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

I was a beautiful vampire princess loved, worshiped and admired by all. I lived in a luxurious gothic castle and I have no idea how I ended up at this fiberglass table with you losers.

Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker." He smiles. "Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—" I shake my head. "I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it's normal!

The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward. Take that big leap forward without hesitation, without once looking back. Simply forget the past and forge toward the future.

...in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.

undying love.....

What is going on with you?" she says, shaking her head and pushing me away. "What's up with all the love and affection? I mean, you of all people, you of the eternal iPod-hoodie combo.

Because that was some mega tense awkwardness, a real 'Hello my name is Ever and I'll be your next stalker' kind of moment...

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

You'll always be safe with me.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

What a world, what a world. Who would have thought that. some little girl like you could. destroy my beautiful wickedness. - Wicket Witch of the West

So you’ve made a friend. How sad for them.

You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.

Wouldn't it be dreadful to live in a country where they didn't have tea?

Noel was her very best friend - even if she wasn't his. Noel was her person.

Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

Usually life’s greatest gifts come wrapped in adversity.

If you insist on the chase," I say, my voice much surer than I feel."Then you better start training. 'Cause, dude you're in for a marathon.

Fuck the entire world. All that matters is what you think of me.--Noel

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.

Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.

Dogs are a gift to mankind. They are happy and joyful and loyal by nature. They are pure, positive energy and teach by example. That is all that's required of them.

Life is not meant to be an open-book test.

The love of every single one of my lives.

Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.

Work is more fun than fun.

Thousands of people have talent. I might as well congratulate you for having eyes in your head. The one and only thing that counts is: Do you have staying power?

Knowing that wishes don’t always come about in the way that we think, but if you believe and keep your mind open, there’s a really good chance they will manifest in some way.

Forgiveness is healing—everything is energy—thoughts create—we are all connected—what you resist persists—true love never dies—the soul’s immortality is the only true immortality—

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Where there is life, there is hope.

I guess I just don't get the point. It's like, why should you bother getting attached to anything if, A: It's never gonna last, and B: It hurts like hell when it's over?

Strange how potent cheap music is.

You can't go back, Ever. You can't change the past. It just is." I squint, having no idea what she's talking about. But just as I start to ask,she shakes her head and says, "This is our destiny. Not yours.

He's like a man with a fork, in a world of soup. (about his brother Liam)

Why don't you like Noel Kahn?" Mike's voice made Aria jump. He stood a few feet away from Aria with a carton of orange juice in his hand."He's the man." Aria groaned. "If you like him so much why don't you go out with him?

There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.

There's something about seeing a guy's feelings written down, something about him taking that risk and committing that heart to paper, that means so much more than anything he could just say.

It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.

Yes we do. If I don’t have you soon, I’m going to implode. Can’t you see that? I want you to be with me. I can’t stand all these guys coming on to you. The fact that I’m not allowed to do a God damn thing about it because you’re not mine is killing me.”--Noel

He pulls me into his arms, his touch calm and soothing, but unable to erase the truth. "I have to go," he finally whispers. "But Ever, if you want to love me, if you truly want to be with me, then you'll have to accept what we are. I'll understand if you can't.

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.

I did work in a bakery for one day. But the boss went off and when he came back I was lying on the floor eating cakes.

Absorbing the fact that sometimes, people do cut you slack and forgive you and want you anyway. Sometimes they do. And when they do, even if it's not a happy ending, it is delicious

I step up to the hostess and feel my face flush when she asks for the name my reservation is under. “I’m actually meeting the other member of my party here. The name is under…” I hesitate and think about how absurd the pseudo name Noel gave is. “Um, it’s under Dong, Long-Dick Dong.

Well, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo." He pauses, seeing the blank look on my face and groaning when he says, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!" He shakes his head and laughs. "God, you make me feel old.

Do not think about guys who have broken your heart six ways. It is mentally deranged to chase after heartbreak.

Do you know how marriage was defined in ancient Greece? Noel said in a calmer tone. Its really simple. A virgin goes to mans house with the family gathered as witnesses. The virgin and the man share a fire, a meal, and a bed. If the girl wasn't a virgin in the morning, then the couple was considered married. That's it

Ever, if I’ve learned nothing else in my six hundred years of living, it’s that people hate change almost as much as they hate for their beliefs to be challenged.

...and remember my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

You can’t change the past, it just is

While we may judge things as good or bad, karma doesn't. It's a simple case of like gets like, the ultimate balancing act, nothing more, nothing less. And if you're deteremined to fix every situation you deem as bad, or difficult, or somehow unsavory, then you rob the person of their own chance to fix it, learn from it, or even grow from it. Some things, no matter how painful, happen for a reason. A reason you or I may not be able to grasp at first sight, not without knowing a person's entire life story—their cumulative past. And to just barge in and interfere, no matter how well-intentioned, would be akin to robbing them of their journey. Something that's better not done.

The truth is revealed when you are ready to receive it when you need it in order to move forward to take the next step in your journey. to move on toward your destiny.

Work hard, do the best you can, don't ever lose faith in yourself and take no notice of what other people say about you.

Close your eyes and picture it. Can you see it?" I nod, eyes closed. "Imagine it right there before you. See its texture, shape, and color—got it?" I smile, holding the image in my head. "Good. Now reach out and touch it. Feel its contours with the tips of your fingers, cradle its weight in the palms of your hands, then combine all of your senses—sight, touch, smell, taste—can you taste it?" I bite my lip and suppress a giggle. "Perfect. Now combine that with feeling. Believe it exists right before you. Feel it, see it, touch it, taste it, accept it, manifest it!" he says. So I do. I do all of those things. And when he groans, I open my eyes to see for myself. "Ever." He shakes his head. "You were supposed to think of an orange. This isn't even close." "Nope, nothing fruity about him." I laugh, smiling ateach of my Damens—the replica I manifested before me, and the flesh and blood version beside me. Both of them equally tall, dark, and so devastatingly handsome they hardly seem real.

Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.

It might have all the same; you never can tell what's magic.

What I adore is supreme professionalism. I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.

There is no tomorrow and there was no yesterday; if you truly want to accomplish your goals you must engulf yourself in today.

But while everything around us seems to be in a constant state of flux- people at their very core remained exactly the same. All of us still seeking the things we've sought all along—shelter, food, love, greater meaning—" He shakes his head. "A quest that's immune to evolution.

Now, now." He smiles, "Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Damen's right where you left him. Though I must say I can't believe that you left him. I underestimated you. I had no idea. Though I can't help but wonder how Damen would feel if he knew. I bet he underestimated you too.

Going so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why my little party's just beginning. ~ Wicked Witch of the West Wizard of Oz

What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?

I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.

...for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.

True character is revealedby the way people react to the bigger challenges in life.

You're free to join us, but only if you promise not to stare at the new kid." Miles laughs. "Staring is very rude. Didn't anyone ever tell you that?

No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?

Deep down inside, my heart knew the score. And I know that Haven was wrong. It's not always a case of one loving more than the other. When two people are truly meant to be, they love equally. Differently - but still equal.

Damen's The One. Always has been. Always will be.

Because I don't have everything I want. Not even close.

Maybe." I shrug. "But what I meant was, can't you use the makeup to cover it?" Miles rolls his eyes and scowls. "Oh, so I can sport a huge flesh-colored beacon instead? Would you look at this thing? There's no disguising it. It's got it's own DNA! It's casting shadows!

sometimes it's the fight that makes a thing worth having

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

NOEL: You can get excited about the future. The past won't mind.

I'm not going anywhere, Noel' 'You are,' he said, squeezing her.'And it's okay. Just... I need you to take me with you.

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes

You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.

I don't really like jokes in a way. I mean gags are fine but I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke, just tiny moments.

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

My importance to the world is relatively small. On the other hand, my importance to myself is tremendous. I am all I have to work with, to play with, to suffer and to enjoy. It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but of my own. I do not intend to let myself down more than I can possibly help, and I find that the fewer illusions I have about myself or the world around me, the better company I am for myself.

Miracles do occur, and it's never too late to turn your life around and reach for something better.

Whenever I look at me, all I see are things I'd like to change.

Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?

The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there's no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I'm just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.

...if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.

I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D

There is no doubt a new dress is a help under all circumstances.

Chuckling, Josh backs away. "I'll leave you to Cressida and Noel then." To his back, I call out, "For your information, it's Nigel!

I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?

I did Google him, you know." "Oh, so you GOOGLED him Oh, well, that changes everything then, doesn't it? What could I possibly worry about now that I know you've conducted such a thorough Internet search?

two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

True perfection has to be imperfect. I know that sounds foolish, but it's true.

There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.

AMANDA: I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives.

I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Good thing. I’d hate to have to hop a plane at this time of night just to kick his ass for messing around with my girl.” I smile and chew on my bottom lip. His forwardness is kind of cute. “I’m not your girl, Noel.” “Not yet, but soon,” he says.

It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

its discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by decite

I know they're not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like it's tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isn't a safe place. And of course, that's true, isn't it? The world is not a safe place.

As above, so below, as within, so without.

I glance down at the over-sized t-shirt and socks I’m wearing. “You’d be sadly disappointed if you actually saw what I wear to bed.” “You know, clothes are overrated as far as I’m concerned. I’m good with you totally doing away with them when you visit me.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Noel...” I say his name like a warning.

We don't always get the journey we want. But we always get the journey we need.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define us.

Forgiveness is healing. Especially forgiving yourself

Mine. I'm on my side.

Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?

Foolish Ever, don't you realize there's no longer any difference between you and your-monster? You are the monster. It's your dark side, your shadow self, and you've now joined as one.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.

Seeing is believing

And while I'm sure you feel that your particular mistake is extraordinarily big, insurmountable even, contrary to what you might think, these types of things can always be undone, and oftentimes aren't nearily as lethal as we think—or, should I say, as we allow them to be.

Noel chuckles. “I don’t remember you being this fun back in high school.” “Yeah, well, I don’t remember you being this much of a dick.” I duck behind the menu and bit the inside of my cheek and curse myself for talking to him this way. I’m going to lose this job before dinner is even over. He clears his throat. “You know, Lane. If you keep talking to me like that, I might have to show you just how nice I can be.

She's a self-conscious vampire ... and she goes about using sex as a sort of shrimping net.

Entering an white tie and tails party wearing an ordinary suit, he announced,"Please, I don't want anyone to apologize for over dressing.

Ever, can't you just relax and enjoy the view? When was the last time you were in Paris anyway?" "Never. I've never been to Paris. And I hate to break it to you, Ava, but this—is not Paris. This is like some cranked up Disney version of Paris. Like, you've taken a pile of travel brochures and French postcards, and scenes from that adorable cartoon movie Ratatouille, mixed them all together and voila, created this.

Elephants? Really? My God, what does he see in you? Certainly not your intellect or wit, since we’ve yet to see any evidence it exists. And your idea of a love scene? So Disney, so Family Channel, so dreadfully boring. Really, Ever, may I remind you that Damen’s been around for hundreds of years, including the free-love sixties?

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.

May you bring unconditional love and infinite peace.

Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?

So it's a yes, then?" To blue-corn pancakes or being your girlfriend?

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.

Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody.

Las Vegas: It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

No matter what happens, we'll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.

Sometimes you just have to act on your own. Sometimes you have to do what you know inside to be right.

I sometimes feel that I'd like to talk about it. Then I find it's better if I don't.

My favorite pastime is staring out the window. When I go on tour, I can spend hours and hours just staring out the window, thinking about nothing. I love all that.

Whenever I look at me, all i see are things I'd like to change. Whenever Damon looks at me, all he sees is a glorious gift from the universe somewhere in the middle lies the truth.

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

i love purple and blue!!!!!

After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

There are dark times just around the corner. There are dark clouds travelling through the sky. And it's no good whining about a silver lining. For we know from experience they won't roll by.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

You cannot always have happiness, but you can always give happiness.

What a tangle love is.

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate," she said. "I just love chocolate. It's God's apology for broccoli.

Some may say I'm perceptive" "And what would you say?" I ask, my voice edgy, tired of being toyed with. "I'd say I agree.

Those who don't say what they mean will live and die by their own sword.

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

..we'll deal with it, because the good outweighs the bad.

It was all very well to be ambitious, but ambition should not kill the nice qualities in you.

Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?

He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?

Everything's gonna be fine. Stay optimistic. If there's dark clouds coming, they'll leave again. They always do. The world is round. Everything is round. The biggest invention of all time, the wheel, is round. Things pass, nothing will stay the same forever. No matter how big a pile of shite you've gotten yourself into-be it drugs, financial problems, fucked up relations-you will get over it. It will go away just like the weather. The sun is round, so is the planet we live on, as are marriage rings, and our eyes through which we see the world.

Damen is gorgeous. I know this without looking up. I just focus on my book as he makes his way toward me since I know way too much about my classmates already. So as far as I'm concerned, an extra moment of ignorance really is bliss. But according to the innermost thoughts of Stacia Miller sitting just two rows before me - Damen Auguste is totally smoking hot. Her best friend, Honor, completely agrees. So does Honor's boyfriend, Craig, but that's a whole other story

We spend our lives getting caught up in all the wrong things--led astray by our minds, our egos, seeing ourselves as separate from each other, rather than listening to the truth that lies within our own hearts, the truth that we are all connected, we are all in it together.

8. Fact: It is a bad idea to date a known cheater, because even if he doesn't cheat on you, you will always know he's capable of it and will never fully trust him. Then you will become even more insecure and neurotic than you already are.

Where's your car? Miles asks, glancing at him as he slams his door shut and slings his backpack over his shoulder. "And whats up with your hand?" "I got rid of it," Damen says, gaze fixed on mine. Then glancing at Miles and seeing his expression he adds, "The car, not the hand." "Did you trade it in?" I ask, but only because Miles is listening. [...] He shakes his head and walks me to the gate, smiling as he says, "No, I just dropped off on the side of the road, key in the ignition, engine running." "Excuse me?!" Miles yelps. "You mean to tell me that you left your shiny, black, BMW M6 Coupe—by the side of the road?" Damen nods. But thats a hundred-thousand-dollar car!" Miles gasps as his face turns bright red. "A hundreds and ten." Damen laughs. "Don't forget, it was fully customized and loaded with options." Miles stares at him, eyes practically bugging out of his head, unable to comprehend how anyone could do such a thing—why anyone would do such a thing. "Um, okay, so let me get this straight—you just woke up and decided—Hey, what the hell? I think I'll just dump my ridiculously expensive luxury car by the side of the road—WHERE JUST ANYONE CAN TAKE IT?" Damen shrugs. "Pretty much." "Because in case you haven't noticed," Miles says, practically hyperventilating now. "Some of us are a little car deprived. Some of us were born with parents so cruel and unusual they're forced to rely on the kindness of friends for the rest of their lives!" "Sorry." Damen shrugs. "Guess I hadn't thought about that. Though if it makes you feel any better, it was all for a very good cause.

It's about that applause I want to speak to you. I want you to remember that when you've done a little dance or a song or sketch, the applause which you get is not only because you yourself have done your best, but because each of those men is seeing in you someone he loves at home, and because of you is able to forget for a little while the unhappiness of not being in his home, and in some cases the great tragedy of not knowing what has happened to the children in his family.

This is where we go our seperate ways. Aware of the almost feel of his hand on my arm when he pulls me back to him and says, "Yes." I look at him, unsure of what he's saying yes to. "The questions you asked earlier, about wanting to settle down, start a family, see my family? Yes. Yes to all of it." I try to swallow but can't, try to speak but the words just won't come. His hands sliding around me, grasping me to him, he lets go of the vial, allows it to fall, to crash to the ground. The sparkling green liquid seeping out all around as he says, "But mostly yes to you.

Just Because something ends dosent mean that it's a bad thing or that someones bound to get hurt,ot that it never shold have happend in the first place or whatever. But If each step brings us to the next how can we grow if we avoid everything that can hurt us?? We pretty much have no choice but to get out there and hope for the best and who knows we may even learn a thing or two on the way

Another one from the immortals and again i cant remember what book. Haven to Ever In every relationship there is always someone who loves more, my point is no matter how it looks from the outside the truth is, its never really equal, that's just not the way it works,there is always the pursued and the pursuer, the cat and the mouse.

Take the time to make some sense for what you wanna say, And cast your words away upon the waves. Sail them home with acquiesce on a ship of hope today, And as they land upon the shore, Tell them not to fear no more. I'm not saying right is wrong, It's up to us to make the best of all the things that come our way. Cos' everything that's been has past, The answers in the looking glass. There's four and twenty million doors On life's endless corridor, So say it loud and sing it proud today.

Noel: A lot of people see friends as something you have on Twitter or Facebook or wherever. If someone wants to read your updates and you want to read their updates, then you’re friends. You don’t ever have to see each other. But that seems like a stupid definition to me. Roo: Yeah. Noel: Although on the other hand, rethink. Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they’re boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says, “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed” – because he likes you anyway. He’ll tolerate your junk. Roo: You have lots of friends. Noel: No, I don’t. Roo: You do. You know everyone at school. You get invited to parties. Noel: I get invited to parties, yeah. And I know people. But I don’t want their updates. Roo: Oh. Noel: And I sincerely doubt they want mine. Roo: I want your updates. Noel: I want your updates. (He looks down, bashfully.) I do. I want all your updates, Ruby.

Despite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.

Whiteness is not a culture. There is Irish culture and Italian culture and American culture - the latter, as Albert Murray pointed out, a mixture of the Yankee, the Indian, and the Negro (with a pinch of ethnic salt); there is youth culture and drug culture and queer culture; but there is no such thing as white culture. Whiteness has nothing to do with culture and everything to do with social position. It is nothing but a reflection of privilege, and exists for no reason other than to defend it. Without the privileges attached to it, the white race would not exist, and the white skin would have no more social significance than big feet.

You guys know I love you, right?" I glance between them, knowing they'll freak, but it has to be said. They look at each other, exchanging a look of alarm, both of them wondering what could've possibly happened to the girl they once pegged as the Ice Queen. "Um, okay..." Haven says, shaking her head. But I just smile and grasp them both to me, squeezing them tightly as I whisper to Miles, "Whatever you do don't stop acting or singing, it's going to bring you great happiness." And before he can respond, I've moved on to Haven, knowing I have to get this over with and quick, so I can get Damen to Ava's, but determined to find a way to urge her to love herself more, and that Josh is worth hanging on to for however long it lasts. "You have so much value," I tell her. "So much to give--I just wish you could see how bright your star truly does shine." "Um, gag!" she says, laughing as she untangles herself from my grip. "Are you okay?

Even though she was still so tired she felt glued to the matress, the yelling made Helen's eyes open. She saw Ariadne, Cassandra, and Noel standing over her bed. Correction, they were standing over Lucas's bed and Helen was in it. Her eyes snapped open and her head whipped around to look at Lucas. He was frowning himself awake and starting to make some gravelly noise in the back of his throat. "Go argue someplace else," he groaned as he rolled over onto Helen. He tucked himself up against her, awkwardly fighting the drag of the casts on his legs as he tried to bury his face in Helen's neck. She nudged him and looked up at Noel, Ariadne, and a furious Cassandra. "I came to see how he was and then I couldn't get back to my bed," Helen tried to explain, absolutely mortified. She gasped involuntarily as one of Lucas's hands ran up the length of her thigh and latched on to the sloping dip from her hip to her waist. Then she felt him tense, as if he'd just realized that pillows weren't shaped like hourglasses. His head jerked up and he looked around, alert for a fight. "Oh, yeah," he said to Helen as he remembered. His eyes relaxed back into a sleepy daze. He smiled up at his family and stretched until he winced, then rubbed at his sore chest, no longer in a good mood. "Little privacy?" he asked. His mother, sister, and cousin all either crossed their arms or put their hands on their hips.

Posso acreditar em coisas que são verdade e posso acreditar em coisas que não são verdade. E posso acreditar em coisas que ninguém sabe se são verdade ou não. Posso acreditar no Papai Noel, no coelhinho da Páscoa, na Marilyn Monroe, nos Beatles, no Elvis e no Mister Ed. Ouça bem... Eu acredito que as pessoas evoluem, que o saber é infinito, que o mundo é comandado por cartéis secretos de banqueiros e que é visitado por alienígenas regularmente -uns legais, que se parecem com lêmures enrugados, e uns maldosos, que mutilam gado e querem nossa água e nossas mulheres. Acredito que o futuro é um saco e que é demais, e acredito que um dia a Mulher Búfalo Branco vai ficar preta e chutar o traseiro de todo mundo. Também acho que todos homens não passam de meninos crescidos com profundos problemas de comunicação e que o declínio da qualidade do sexo nos Estados Unidos coincide com o declínio dos cinemas drive-in de um Estado ao outro. Acredito que todos os políticos são canalhas sem princípios, mas ainda assim melhores do que as outras alternativas. Acho que a Califórnia vai afundar no mar quando o grande terremoto vier, ao mesmo tempo em que a Flórida vai se dissolver em loucura, em jacarés, em lixo tóxico. Acredito que sabonetes antibactericidas estão destruindo nossa resistência à sujeira e às doenças, de modo que algum dia todos seremos dizimados por uma gripe comum, como aconteceu com os marcianos em Guerra dos Mundos. Acredito que os melhores poetas do século passado foram Edith Sitwell e Don Marquis, que o jade é esperma de dragão seco, e que há milhares de anos em uma vida passada eu era uma xamã siberiana de um braço só. Acho que o destino da humanidade está escrito nas estrelas, que o gosto dos doces era mesmo melhor quando eu era criança, que aerodinamicamente é impossível pra uma abelha grande voar, que a luz é uma onda e uma partícula, que tem um gato em uma caixa em algum lugar que está vivo e que está morto ao mesmo tempo (apesar de que, se não abrirem a caixa algum dia e alimentarem o bicho, ele no fim vai ficar só morto de dois jeitos), e que existem estrelas no universo bilhões de anos mais velhas do que o próprio universo. Acredito em um deus pessoal que cuida de mim e se preocupa comigo e que supervisiona tudo que eu faço, em uma deusa impessoal que botou o universo em movimento e saiu fora pra ficar com as amigas dela e nem sabe que estou viva. Eu acredito em um universo vazio e sem deus, um universo com caos causal, um passado tumultuado e pura sorte cega. Acredito que qualquer pessoa que diz que o sexo é supervalorizado nunca fez direito, que qualquer um que diz saber o que está acontecendo pode mentir a respeito de coisas pequenas. Acredito na honestidade absoluta e em mentiras sociais sensatas. Acredito no direito das mulheres à escolha, no direito dos bebês de viver, que, ao mesmo tempo em que toda vida humana é sagrada, não tem nada de errado com a pena de morte se for possível confiar no sistema legal sem restrições, e que ninguém, a não ser um imbecil, confiaria no sistema legal. Acredito que a vida é um jogo, uma piada cruel e que a vida é o que acontece quando se está vivo e o melhor é relaxar e aproveitar.