Playlist For The Dead Quotes

Where's the gold?" I demanded. "Don't make me unleash my sword's playlist.

People are going to say a lot of things. And some of it will be helpful, and some of it will be annoying, and lots of it will get on your nerves. But they're saying it because they found it helpful when they lost someone. They mean well.

If there's one thing I learned from the playlist, it's how important listening to people can be. I

You okay?” he asked. “Doing great,” I said. Guess I was a liar after all.

But loneliness is a thing that has weight, and it gets heavier over time.

We both learn way more on our own than we do at school, and we're more interested in things we find for ourselves.

..., and I went back to my old habit of walking the halls looking down most of the time. It was different now, though—before I’d done it without thinking, because I didn’t know another way. Now I was actively avoiding a life I knew might be out there. But it was my choice.

I could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns...

Look, it’s true that I think there are a lot of people to blame for all of this, but I’m one of them.” For a second, my mind flashed back to the party, to the last words I’d ever said to him. Fuck you, Hayden. Some kind of best friend I was. “And it’s not my job to decide who should pay.

Lots of people want to be invisible. Maybe they even think they can pretend to be. But someone always sees." -Archmage_Ged-

If there's one thing I learned from the playlist, it's how important listening is to people can be.

One of the perks of having no friends was that no one was there to see you squirt condiments all over yourself.

I would never understand how hurt and confused and hopeless he must have felt, to decide it wasn't worth trying, and I wasn't mad at him anymore for doing it...

I will never get over this. I know this to be true now, but I also know that not getting over it doesn’t mean I won’t someday be able to move on and live.

I think we need to focus on the lives we’re living now. The dead live in our memories. And our dreams.

Lots of people want to be invisible. Maybe they even think they can pretend to be. But someone always sees.

But loneliness is a thing that has weight, and it gets heavier over time,

Part of the reason I hated to think that I might be responsible was because things hadn’t gone down the way I would have wanted them to.

But I couldn’t block out the sound of his voice. “Hayden wasn’t the son I expected to have,” he said. “I’d imagined playing catch in the yard, watching football on the weekends, going fishing. The things I’d done with my dad; the things I do with Ryan. It was the only kind of relationship I knew how to have with a son.” His voice cracked. “But my second son didn’t enjoy any of those things. He loved music and video games and computers. I didn’t know how to talk to him. And now I’ll spend the rest of my life wishing I’d learned how.” He lowered his head, as if he were trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

But the whole point of living in a fantasy world was the fantasy, right?

It shouldn’t have been shocking to me, to see who’d decided they had something to say at Hayden’s funeral. They were all starved for attention, and there wasn’t a chance they’d miss the opportunity to grab the spotlight, no matter what the occasion. But seriously, at a funeral? Were they really going to get up there and say nice things about Hayden, talk about how much they’d miss him, what a loss it would be for the school, the community? Did they have no sense of how much they’d contributed to the fact that we were all here in the first place?

I’d counted myself lucky to have made such a good friend, someone who made me stop feeling so lonely, and for years that was enough. Until it wasn’t anymore.

There should be a word for the thing that reactivates guilt, the trigger that made my skin prickle and my ears turn red, that made my head almost involuntarily droop, that made my pulse race with anxiety, then slow back down when I realized nothing had actually happened.

Maybe the problem was the whole idea of groups; as soon as more than two people got involved in anything, so many things could go wrong.

People are going to say a lot of things. And some of it will be helpful, and some of it will be annoying, and lots of it will get on your nerves. But they're saying it because people said those things to them, or because they found it helpful when they lost someone. They mean well." -Mr. Beaumont-

People are going to say a lot of things. and some of it will be helpful and some of it will be annoying, and lots of it will get on your nerves. but they're saying it because people said those things to them, or because they found it helpful when they lost someone they mean well.

Oh, you sweet sheltered thing,” she said. “You clearly have severely underdeveloped gaydar.

She drowned all of the catnip mice in Nike's water bowl and I had to take them away after he began drinking the resulting 'nip tea, wearing overalls, and changing all the songs in my favorites playlist to the Grateful Dead.