Reinhardt Quotes

They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

Are you going to kiss me?" I blabbered stupidly. "I'm working up the nerve," he said softly.

I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.

There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

We met in court. I don't think we qualify as good decision makers.

Can I..." He stopped and his jaw flexed. "Can I kiss you?" I didn't answer, and he didn't wait for me to. His hands caught me gently behind the neck and he pressed his mouth to mine, softly but firmly. Then he moved one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I will never break your heart. I will never hurt you. I might fuck up, I might not be perfect, but I'll never hurt you, Evan. You have my word.

Some things you can fix, and some things you can’t. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

That I love her, that I want her, that I'm never going anywhere, that she and I are going to last. That this is real. That it’s forever.

I did not ask you out. But I would seriously think about not shooting you down if you asked me. Nicely." I had to keep my pride. He took both of my hands in his. "Brenna Blixen will you be my girlfriend, please." He held up one of my hands and kissed my knuckles smoothly. "Pretty please. With sugar on top.

There's no going back from what happened. You can go back and understand the past, but you can't go back and change it.

When there's something or someone, when there's anything that makes you happy, you don't let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart

My brother, he says. My brother is dead. "And again he asks me to kill him. One more time before he falls to his knees and sobs. And i get it. I do. Because i have a brother too.

Darling, family can be the very devil in disguise. More powerful than any drug, more alluring than any sin. They can demand a loyalty that will rip your heart out and chew it up without the thought of an apology.

What he doesn't realize is that I'm already standing at the bottom, waiting to catch him. And I never miss.

I'm powerless against a bad boy and his hot kisses.

I'm in love. Twice. It's not a love that divides fifty-fifty. It's not a love that's split between good and bad, safe and dangerous, real and imaginary. It's all mixed up, confused, good, bad and ugly love times two, and it's all mine.

I'm winning a date with you. Granted, it's the frigging lamest date on earth, but I'm winning it anyway.

You're the fall guy, Winch. You're the guy they come to when no one else will stand up and take their medicine. And they come to you because you never make them stand up and take it.

Dresses that are complicated," she says softly, the smile on her lips pure wicked fun, "are essential to teach girls that they shouldn't bother with guys who won't figure out how to take off a dress.

I'll spend the rest of my life falling as far and deep and hard as my heart will let me go in love with this perfect, crazy girl who taught me to let go and hold on. I know in that minute I'll be Evan's fall guy until the day I die, and my future, for the first time in my life, is an always I can't wait to fall into.

So I get ready to let go and free-fall in the scariest jump of my life. But she's with me. So I swallow my fear and do it.

Sometimes is all we really have anyway, right? Nothing is always.

Sometimes things happen. Things happen even when you don't intend them to happen. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or intentions you thought were harmlessm but before you knew it things got out of your control.

I could never hurt you as bad as you try to hurt yourself,

I totally bought you as a girl," says Marisol. "I'll double check with Frances later, but by the sounds of things, you seem to have no balls.

I've learned enough this year to know that life may surprise you, but not usually in the ways you imagine.

Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

The Little Drummer Boy" was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.

Guys don’t go for me. Period. I don’t distract them. They don’t sneak glances in my direction. They don’t think of me when I’m not standing right in front of them. I’m scenery. I’m background.

Just you and me. That's all, Jake. I know it might not be perfect. I don't want or expect perfect. I just want you.

It’s about how love can be so complicated and huge and beautiful, and how there’s enough of it for everyone we ever meet.

Now my heart is desperate in my chest, like a bird crashing into a window over and over again, confused that it can't get to what it sees and wants, and willing to kill itself in the attempt to remedy that.

I believe in the immortality of the Theatre, it is a most joyous place to hide, for all those who have secretly put their childhood in their pockets and run off and away with it, to play on to the end of their days.

Don't worry about the finish line. Don't question what you're doing. Just quiet your mind and keep up the pace.

You make me believe in a lot of things I never thought I would

I’m looking to make a miracle

You’re deceptively good, Blix. Just the perfect amount of bitch to be sexy.

I fell again, head over heels, uncontrollably and without a chance to grab hold before it swallowed me hard and whole.

I think about how we can’t always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we’re lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can’t help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

The thrust or stab is risky because it can kill and yet not stop. In most street encounters, killing is not desired, but stopping is. The cut will stop but not kill.

I've loved one girl. That's you, Evan Lennox

I love you. I love you. And I know you didn't ask yet and don't have a ring and don't know when this will all happen, but my answer is definitely 'yes.

You don't have to lie to me to be nice, Jake. You can just say, 'Wow, your nails look crappy.'" I did my best boy voice. "Well, I will tell you that's a crappy imitation of my voice." He smiled so wide I could see his eyetooth from across the table. "But you've got to know you're totally hot, chipped nails and all." He burned beet red all the way to the roots of his hair. "Man, you get me to say some embarrassing stuff, Brenna." He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "Hey, don't blame me when you feel moved to make strange declarations.

Whit looks like an angel when she sleeps. She's all sweet, full lips, long, curly eyelashes, and a tumble of sleek, dark hair against the pillow. She also kicks like a mule, snores like a bear, sweats like a hog, and steals the covers like a fat, menacing caterpillar about to cocoon herself before her metamorphosis. - Deo

Sometimes things happen. Things happen even when you don't intend them to happen. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or no intentions, or intentions you thought were harmless, but before you knew it things got out of control. ...Sometimes things take on a life of their own. You become powerless. There is nothing you can do to stop certain things from happening.

But here's something that I know about friendship: Sometimes the right thing to do is to not point out that your friend hasn't touched her chicken fingers or French fries and not point that maybe she's just overreacting. Instead, you just smile and sit with her and say, "I understand" when really, you don't understand her at all.

Was she someone special?” I hoped it might be for a lot of reasons. “Yeah, Bren. I proposed to her right after she let me feel her up in someone’s parent’s bathroom at a house party. It was magical.

What man doesn't have dress socks and shoes?" he asks pointedly. "You wanna grow up to be a hobo?

Everyday is filled with opportunities to take a quiet moment

I don’t want to be your God damn friend

How can I miss someone so badly when we're in the same room?

The roof was torn off the gym. God's way of telling the jocks that they'd better remember who's really charge.

I'm curious how someone...finds God, or solace, or peace or whatever it is he finds out here alone...while he's reciting words. Is it just a matter of believing what you say?

One day things can be going along like they always were and then, suddenly, in a simple rotation of an overheated planet, everything can change.

Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.

It’s not just a damn game. Whatever it is that I feel for you is more real than anything I’ve ever felt before.

We were gunpowder and one hell of a spark, and I wasn't about to test our combustibility. ~ Junk Miles

Forget all of our past bullshit, okay? I’ve got less than a handful of days to convince you that I’m not a complete douche bag, and I want a fair shot. Give it to me.

I wanted to call you. See you. You have no idea how bad I wanted to

Tell me. Tell me why you think you're leaving me again. Because you're not, you know. You're not leaving without me

Love is hard. It's forgiving your best friend when you want to shove her away.

I should haven’t gotten all self-righteous on you. If you want to strip on a pole… well, I’ll stand guard with a gun, but I’ll support you.

And then I save up for a ring and ask you to marry me. And then, if everything goes the way I want, you agree. And then whatever you want. As long as you're with me, I know things will be alright

So I knew this wasn't going to be one of those things where I liked a guy and then this awful girl liked him, and I got the guy because I was so wholesome and right and good. This was real life. In real life, I had to get a serious grip.

He's holding an armful of pink tulips and wearing a hungry, focused expression. His blue eyes travel up and down over my body, and I feel almost shy under his gaze. "You're a goddess." He says it like a normal person would say, "Your dress is white.

Not exactly what I wanted, but you know what they say about getting what you want." "That you should want what you have instead?" I guessed. "No! That's ridiculous advice. Jesus, who told you that? Never mind, don't even answer that. Just forget you ever heard it. They, and by 'they' I am referring to those who know what the hell they're talking about, say that you can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes..." He held out his hand for me to finish. "You just might get what you need?" He shucked me under the chin and gave me his best cocky smile. "There's hope for you yet." He walked away from me with a determined swagger and didn't look back.

I know certain truths about life.

Lies destroy you,

He's the path lined with wildflowers, And I'm Red Riding Hood. I've been warned, but I just can't resist the blossom and perfume that calls me over.

I swear to you, I will rip this world and every other one apart to get to you if you need me.

I hand over some files to and her eyes meet mine, all cool and sweet like a snow-cone in July.

So you like me because I can think like a rebel, but I act like a good girl?

... Living with a conscience constitutes a merciless barrier to happiness...

But no matter what happens, the earth keeps turning. Monday always comes and eventually, sometimes excruciatingly slowly, that Monday is followed by a Friday. You take tests, hand in papers you wrote at two in the morning the day they were due, and your shoes get worn out, and the pollen in the air increases so that you go through an entire package of tissues during the SATs, and you wander through the crowds at parties looking for Natalie Banks because you came with her, and you watch her take off for the backyard with a senior who seems to be in the backyard with a different girl at every party, and you learn to play chess with your dad, and you eat too much ice cream, and your favorite television drama has its two-hour season finale, and then suddenly the school year ends and you pack your bags for Tennessee.

You talk to me of choices?’ said Reinhardt. ‘I only know that the choices life makes you take strip away the person we wanted to be. Builds us up into something we never wanted. Until you look back on life, and you see that the track of your life is a scar that hides what might have been.

There are things I want, too. Things I want to change. I’m tired of only being there for a good time, Brenna. I’m tired of being a corrupter of the people I love. I no one wants to be the perpetual fuck up.

Why don't you wear those tiny shorts when you run, like they do in the movies?" His voice was low and sexy, and he knew it. "Because I'm not in a movie. I know it's confusing, since you obviously live 'The Saxon Show' day and night, but some of us want to live a boring, old, normal high school life, you know?

Since the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, historians have become both more accurate and more honest—fractionally more brave, one might say—about that 'other' cleansing of the regions and peoples that were ground to atoms between the upper and nether millstones of Hitlerism and Stalinism. One of the most objective chroniclers is Professor Timothy Snyder of Yale University. In his view, it is still 'Operation Reinhardt,' or the planned destruction of Polish Jewry, that is to be considered as the centerpiece of what we commonly call the Holocaust, in which of the estimated 5.7 million Jewish dead, 'roughly three million were prewar Polish citizens.' We should not at all allow ourselves to forget the millions of non-Jewish citizens of Belarus, Russia, Ukraine, and other Slav territories who were also massacred. But for me the salient fact remains that anti-Semitism was the regnant, essential, organizing principle of all the other National Socialist race theories. It is thus not to be thought of as just one prejudice among many.

You run away for freedom. You run away because you can’t be trapped by the people who love you but don’t understand you. You run away because you want to be missed, you want them to start a worried search party combing far and wide for any scrap of evidence that you’re going to be back, safe and sound. Running away is a way to play a dirty trick on the perfect fate that will suffocate you if you’re not careful.

It takes every fucking ounce of my self-control to say the next three words. 'Lead the way.

But then I think about where knowing somebody has gotten me: nowhere. No. someplace worse than nowhere, because when you’re nowhere I’m pretty sure you feel nothing.

It’s important to hold the knife with the edge down. How important? Well, it depends. How important is your life?

You’ve fought for me. You’ve challenged me. You’ve begged me and left me and come back to me

I’m fucked up,” he admitted. “But I could be better than I am. With you, I know I could be. Give me half a chance,” he pleaded.

I don’t think you realise how much you like him Brenna. I think it’s ridiculous and irritating, especially considering what you could have right here, but I’m not judging.

It would be a bad thing because I'm afraid to gamble with your heart, Evan. I'm afraid to hurt you.

I don't deserve you

Sweet on the street, alpha in the sheets.

sometimes something makes perfect sense, and then it's a complete mystery when you look at it the next day,

It was then, there in the darkness, with only those little pin-points of light to see by, light from a world away where other people with their own problems and their own secrets lived their own lives, that everything in our world changed for good.

Harper, I..." You don't have to say it." I don't?" I know." You know what?" I lean against him, nestling in the crook of his arm. I talk into his neck. I don't need to be able to see to find the parts of him I know. That morning in the trailer, when we had it to ourselves, and you made me breakfast, I wondered whether you would tell me you loved me, if you'd ever tell me, and I looked at you, and I thought you were going to say it, but instead you went off on a tangent about boysenberry jam." And?" And it was funny. And it was close enough to the real thing for me. Just sitting there with you like that." Boysenberry jam?" Boysenberry jam." Harper," he whispers into my hair. Yeah?" I boysenberry jam you.

To hold you. To smell your hair and hope you don’t notice and think I’m some sort of psychotic. To watch the way the light moves over your skin. I want you to get chilly and sleepy and need to press your body tight to mine, and I want to wrap my arms around you. I want whatever you write in that secret book of yours about me to be worth all the other rotten shit you’re going to wind up accepting down the line.

I wanted this to be easy. I wanted to know for sure who I loved and why. I wanted to be in love without a hint of doubt. But I realised that I could want as hard as I liked; the reality was already messier than I liked. I was in over my head … and I had a panicked feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to manoeuvre this without screwing up big time.

But I do remember this thing that this famous rabbi wrote once about how Christians build cathedrals, these gorgeous impressive structures, but Jews, with a long history of watching their buildings get destroyed, build their cathedrals in time. The High Holidays. Shabbat. Cathedrals carved out of time that can never be worn down. I know you're no Jew but I kind of think that's what you did with your summer down here.

HE WAS KNOWN As DJANGO, a Gypsy name meaning "I awake." His legal name-the name the gendarmes and border officials entered into their journals as his family crisscrossed Europe in their horsedrawn caravan-was jean Reinhardt. But when the family brought their travels to a halt alongside a hidden stream or within a safe wood to light their cookfire, they called him only by his Romany name. Even among his fellow Gypsies, "Django" was a strange name, a strong, telegraphic sentence due to its first-person verb construction. It was a name of which Django was exceedingly proud. It bore an immediacy, a sense of life, and a vision of destiny.

Linus closes his eyes and puts his arms out at his sides. "Look to this day. For it is life. The very life of life." I stand beside him. Quiet. He continues. "It its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The splendor of beauty, the bliss of growth, the glory of action. Today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope." He opens his eyes and looks at me. "It's an ancient Sufi text." He smiles. "My mantra." He folds his paper, bats me over the head with it and walks away.

The walls were coming down around me, but still, I couldn't imagine telling the truth. Not now. It was too late. How can I tell Mom and Dad what we'd done? It would ruin everything. It would ruin their image of me; it would ruin every thought they'd ever had about who I was. It would be another death.Another loss. Another miscarriage.

We sat looking out at the ocean. There was just so much of it, and it never failed to take my breath away. Looking at the ocean gave me the same sensation I’d get staring at a sky full of stars- that I was small. Like the way a math problem reveals its undeniable truth, I knew when I stared into this sort of endlessness that my life didn’t count for much of anything. And knowing that, that I was nothing but a speck, I felt pretty lucky for all that I had.

Any serious social encounter with knives has one main goal: to stop the action. Beyond that, you have a little flexibility: to kill, or merely get away, or what have you. But first comes the cessation of hostilities. There are many ways to handle this. You can run, shoot, call the cops, or even try to organize a discussion group to talk the problem out. But I’m talking knives, so I’ll limit myself to that. All wounds are painful and pain is a great tool for stopping fights. So is the loss of use of various parts of the body. Therefore, it follows that although we wish to inflict any wound we can, the more painful it is, the better.