Radio Silence Alice Oseman Quotes

I wonder- if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

And I’m platonically in love with you.” “That was literally the boy-girl version of ‘no homo’, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Everyone's different inside their head.

I wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I know how to do is scream.

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

Being clever was, after all, my primary source of self-esteem. I’m a very sad person, in all senses of the word, but at least I was going to get into university.

Sometimes i think if nobody spoke to me, i'd never speak again.

I think everyone’s a bit bored with boy-girl romances anyway,” he said. “I think the world’s had enough of those, to be honest.

Everything's better under the stars, I suppose. If we get another life after we die, I'll meet you there, old sport...

He smiled and looked away. 'Sometimes I think we're the same person...but we just got accidentally split into two before we were born.

I couldn’t quite believe how much I seriously loved Aled Last, even if it wasn’t in the ideal way that would make it socially acceptable for us to live together until we die.

I wonder sometimes whether you've exploded already, like a star, and what I'm seeing you is three million years into the past, and you're not here anyore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away. When you are so far ago? I'm shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.

This is real, this is me,' I said. She blinked. 'Did you just quote Camp Rock at me? That's not very pop punk." 'I've gotta go my own way.' 'Okay, firstly, that's High School Musical...

People move on quicker than I can comprehend. People forget you within days, they take new pictures to put on Facebook and they don't read your messages. They keep on moving forward and shove you to the side because you make more mistakes than you should.

It must be useful to be smart," she said and then laughed weakly. She glanced down and suddenly looked very sad. "I'm like, constantly scared I'm going to be a homeless or something. I wish our whole lives didn't have to depend on our grades.

Bedrooms are windows to the soul.

I wonder – if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

I stopped speaking. There was no point trying to argue. There was no way she was going to even attempt to listen to me. They never do, do they? They never even try to listen to you.

...it felt like we were friends. Friends who barely knew anything about each other except the other's most private secret.

Sometimes you can't say the things you're thinking. Sometimes it's too hard.

Every time I thought I’d worked out what I really enjoyed, I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I just didn’t enjoy anything anymore.

I don’t think age has much to do with adulthood.

i'm platonically in love with you

You're an idiot,' said Mum, when I relayed to her the entire situation on Wednesday. 'Not an unintelligent idiot, but a sort of naive idiot who manages to fall into a difficult situation and then can't get out out of it because she's too awkward.

Hello, I hope somebody is listening...If nobody is listening, am I making any sound at all?

You probably think Aled Last and I are going to fall in love or something. Since he is a boy and I am a girl. I just wanted to say- we don't. That's all.

I got four A grades [...] I expected to be happy about it. I expected to be jumping up and down and crying from joy. But I didn't feel any of that. It just wasn't disappointment.

I'm as lost as ever, friends. Can you tell? I'd like it if someone were to rescue me soon. Oh, I'd like that very much. I'd like that. I'd like that very much indeed.

I'd listen to you for hours.

Are you wearing that?' he [Daniel] said. I looked down. I was wearing my batman onesie. 'Yes,' I said, 'Problem?' 'So many,' he said, turning around. 'So many problems.

I can take a little beating now and then. I’m a tough one. I’m a star. I’m steel-chested and diamond-eyed. Cyborgs live and then they break, but I’ll never break. Even when my bone dust drifts over the City walls, I’ll be living and I’ll be flying, and I will wave and laugh.

I'm sure you think I was complaining about nothing. You probably think I'm a whiny teenager. And yeah, it was all in my head, probably. That doesn't mean it wasn't real. So fuck you all.

It'd take hours to explain," I said. "I'd listen to you for hours," he said.

Family means nothing,” she said, and I knew she believed it. “You have no obligation to love your family. It wasn’t your choice to be born.

I kept peeling off layers of my personality, but I seemed to be going in circles. Every time I thought I’d worked out what I really enjoyed, I started to second-guess myself. Maybe I just didn’t enjoy anything any more.

how many miserable young people does it take to change a light bulb. please, i am serious, i have been sitting in the dark for 2 weeks

Mum was in the lounge in her unicorn onesie watching Game of Thrones.

I don't know. I think I did my best." Raine looked at me for a moment. "Well... that's good? That's all you can do.

Radio's trapped in Universe City. And someone's finally heard him. Someone is going to rescue him.

My reasoning was that since there was no easy way to bring this up, I might as well just blurt it out. This is how I get through most of my life.

[…] When you get to this age, you realize that you’re not anyone special after all.

What does total androgyny look like, when gender isn't even anything to do with appearance and voice?

You deserve better friends,' she said. 'You’re a sunshine angel.

It took quite a lot of effort not to say sorry for saying sorry.

Does anyone have any tips for avoiding sinking into the concrete?

The stars are always on your side.

I wasn’t sure how anyone could mistake an Indian girl for a British-Ethiopian girl, but there it is. Gotta love white people.

I punched her in the face and she got a nosebleed and cried. An accurate metaphor for most of my past friendships.

which is pretty pathetic, to be honest. which is what i am. i shouldn't be surprised at myself.

You probably think Aled Last and I are going to fall in love because he is a boy and I am a girl. I just wanted to say. We don't

i felt a glow at the knowledge that she was happy

when you’ve got a lot going on, you have to look at the bigger picture. Just take a step back and look at the big picture and think about what’s really important at this moment in time.

So who's the strange one?" I grinned. "I don't know," he said, and then shrugged. "Sometimes I think if nobody spoke to me, I'd never speak again." "That sounds sad." He blinked. "Oh, yeah.

Why did I do this? Why am I like this?

[…] And to be honest I wished I could do the same, just go home when I wanted to, but I couldn’t, because I’m too scared to do what I want.

We were so important to each other. We'd tell each other everything and anything. We were each other's first everything. First and only everything.

It didn´t take a lot for me to believe that I was disappointing...

She was everything I wasn't - she was drama, emotion, intrigue, power. I was nothing. Nothing happened to me.

I didn't want to be in a bad mood in my history exam. Writing about the division of Germany for two hours was sad enough.

YOU’RE AN IDIOT,” said Mum, when I relayed to her the entire situation on Wednesday. “Not an unintelligent idiot, but a sort of naive idiot who manages to fall into a difficult situation and then can’t get out of it because she’s too awkward.

I wanted so badly to ask him. But that's the one thing you can't just ask. You've just got to wait until they tell you.

We'd found him. We'd helped him. We'd rescued him – we hoped.

Life isn't all textbooks and grades.

Are you crying? Oh, wow, I sound like Wendy from Peter Pan.' His eyes blurred momentarily before looking at me again. 'Girl, why are you crying?

I didn’t really want to go. Firstly, everyone was just gonna get drunk, which I could do perfectly well by myself in my den while watching YouTube videos instead of having to worry about catching the last train home or avoiding sexual assault.

But I’d already started running—no, sprinting toward the trees across the grass, the rain already heavy enough that it kept stinging my eyes, Brian galloping along beside me. After a moment I could hear Aled running too, and I glanced behind me and stretched out my arm to him and cried, “Come along!” and he did; he reached out and took my hand and we ran like that through the countryside in the rain, and then he laughed, and it reminded me of a child’s laugh, and I wished people could always laugh and run like that.

[…] I think by now, February, we’ve, as they say, ‘lost touch’. Not that we ever touched in the first place. In the end I’m still only ever looking where you’ve looked, I’m only ever walking where you’ve walked, I’m in your dark blue shadow and you never seem to turn around to find me there. I wonder sometimes whether you’ve exploded already, like a star, and what I’m seeing is you three million years into the past, and you’re not here any more. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away? When you are so far ago? I’m shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe. […]

I wanted to fly into the sky and grab on to an aeroplane and fade away into the distance.

I almost always did work when I got home, because whenever I wasn’t doing schoolwork I felt like I was wasting my time.

There's magic under our feet, not just in our eyes.

Perhaps it is I who have already exploded.

And I was so...I thought I was so smart. I thought I was the smartest person in the whole world." He shook his head. "But now...I'm just...when you get to this age, you realise that you're not anyone special after all.

I don’t remember it happening. I don’t remember anything I’ve done, or why. Everything’s very confused.

Theres nothing left for us anymore Why aren't you listening? Why aren't you listening to me? Theres nothing left.

I feel a bit like a BOT18 sometimes. Old and rusty, aching and sleepy. Wandering through the city, lost, circling, alone. No gears left in my heart, no code whirring in my brain. Just kinetic energy, being pushed gently onward by other forces—sound, light, dust waves, the quakes. I'm as lost as ever, friends. Can you tell? I'd like it if someone were to rescue me soon. Oh, I'd like that very much. I’d like that. I'd like that very much indeed.

He knew I was gay for ages," he said, his voice soft. "We both did. Since we were, like, ten or eleven, maybe. As soon as we understood what gay was, we knew that's what I was. We... We used to kiss sometimes, when we were kids. When we were alone. Just little childish kisses, little pecks on the lips because we thought it was fun. We were always... really affectionate with each other. We'd cuddle and... we were kind to each other, rather than nasty like most children. I think we were so caught up in each other that we just... missed all the heteronormative propaganda that's thrust at you when you're that age. We didn't really realize it was weird until - yeah, until we were ten or eleven. But that didn't really stop us. I guess... I guess I always felt like it was more romantic than Aled did. Aled always just treated it like it was something that friends did rather than boyfriends. Aled... he's always been weird. He doesn't care what people think. He doesn't even, like, register the social norms... he's just caught up in his own little world.

He looked like he could rise from the ground and float amongst the clouds and become the new sun. He looked like he could kill someone with a smile. He looked like the best person in the world.

Oh my God, you look like Bruno Mars!” There were small tears forming in my eyes. Daniel frowned. “Bruno Mars is of Puerto Rican and Filipino heritage, not Korean, so that’s incredibly offensive.

Well... the thing is... I don't actually think I care about English literature. I don't want to do it at university." Aled looked startled. "Don't you?" "I'm not sure I want to go at all." "But... that was -That was what you cared about more than anything." "Only because I thought I had to." I said. "And because I was good at it. I thought that was the only was I was going to have a good life. But... that's wrong.

...everyone was just gonna get drunk, which I could do perfectly well by myself in my lounge while watching YouTube videos instead of having to worry about catching the last train home or avoiding sexual assault.

Mum came and held me while I cried. I wanted to punch myself. I wanted to punch myself until my skull cracked.

I see you in every fire that lights.

You're literally me, but with all the trash cleared away.

She had taken his private space - his home - and destroyed it. She took everything he loved and ruined it.

Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.

I wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I knew how to do is scream.

And I was so... I thought I was so smart. I thought I was the smartest person in the whole world.' He shook his head. 'But now...I'm just... when you get to this age, you realize that you're not anyone special after all.' He was right. I wasn't special. 'It's ... all I've got,' he said. 'This is the only special thing about me.

Old and rusty, aching and sleepy. Wandering through the city, lost, circling, alone. No gears left in my heart, no code whirring in my brain. Just kinetic energy, being pushed gently onward by other forces—sound, light, dust waves, the quakes. I'm as lost as ever, friends. Can you tell?

I wonder—is anybody listening to my voice, am I making any voice at all?

Art reflects life," said Carys. "Or...maybe it's the other way round.

There was no way she was going to even attempt to listen to me. They never do, do they. They never even try to listen to you.

Everyone loves a sad but hopeful ending.

I don't know, I just don't care, it'll all be all right in the end or something, like, so it's getting to the point where I just don't do any work if I don't have to, I only do the things I have to do, but I just don't care? I don't know, this doesn't make any sense...

In the end I wish it had been me who'd fallen into the Fire, though maybe that's a selfish thing to say The Fire that touched you must have come from a star You were always brave enough to get burned in the fire

I just sort of want to say something before we continue. You probably think that Aled Last and I are going to fall in love or something. Since he is a boy and I am a girl. I just wanted to say-- We don't. That's all.

I don't like other people inside my room because I'm terrified they're going to uncover one of my secrets, like my fan art habits or my internet history or the fact that I one hundred per cent still sleep with a teddy bear.

What, so I'm supposed to just base my whole life and everything I do around the fact that I'm head girl and someone might accidentally see what I'm doing?' 'I think you're being very immature.' I stopped speaking. There was no point trying to argue. There was no way she was going to even attempt to listen to me. They never do, do they? They never even try to listen to you. 'Okay,' I said.

Why are you so nice to me?” “Because I’m an angel.” “You are.” He stretched out his arm and patted me on the head. “And I’m platonically in love with you.” “That was literally the boy-girl version of ‘no homo’, but I appreciate the sentiment.” “Can I have my sandwich now?” “Not yet. I don’t think I’ve perfected the crisps to cheese ratio.

In the end I’m still only ever looking where you’ve looked, I’m in you dark-blue shadow and you never seem to turn around to find me there. I wonder sometimes whether you’ve exploded already, like a star, and what I’m seeing is you three million years into the past, and you’re not here anymore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away? When you are so far ago? I’m shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.

I think by now, February, we’ve, as they say, “lost touch.” Not that we ever touched in the first place. In the end I’m still only ever looking where you’ve looked, I’m only ever walking where you’ve walked, I’m in your dark-blue shadow and you never seem to turn around to find me there. I wonder sometimes whether you’ve exploded already, like a star, and what I’m seeing is you three million years into the past, and you’re not here anymore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away? When you are so far ago? I’m shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who have already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe. [ . . . ]