Quotes in category: “Authors”:

Maybe we should all decide we're going to meet the man of our dreams when we're thirty-seven. Then we'll stop squeezing into tight shirts and walking around half-naked and analyzing every encounter as future husband material. We’ll stop feeling the need to put on makeup to take out the trash just in case he's walking by. Maybe we should just assume that we'll meet our dream man at some future point, and stop driving ourselves crazy before then.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

It's pathetic, how we can't live with the tihngs we can't understand. How if we can't explain something we'll just deny it.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still. 

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin & walk around in it.

Life had gone on. It always did. That's what you learned as you got older. Time. It kept moving. You couldn't stop it. You couldn't go back to the moments you wished you could change. They were gone. They left you in a snap.

Rock bottom is everything out of focus. It's a failure of vision, a failure to see the world as it is, to see the good in what it is, & only to wonder why the hell things look the way they do & not, not some other way.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him

Story of my life: I am so self-destructive, I turn solutions into problems. Everything I touch, I ruin. I'm Midas in reverse.

Why did people say they were falling in love? Why didn't they step into love or slide into it like a baseball player heading for home? Was it the thrill, like jumping off a high dive, or the fear of not knowing how you might land?

And I loved him, jesus how I loved him. It wasnt love of course, even I can see now that it was infatuation, but at the time it near enough killed me. Its so passionate, so intense, so painful, that even years afterward you still feel the hurt when you hear their name.

Love is like breathing. You take it in and let it out.

Nobody’s life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn’t be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs?

Until a person takes responsibility for where he is, there is no basis for moving on. The bad news is that the past was in your hands, but the good news is that the future, my friend, is also in your hands.

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

Certain things, they should just stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and leave them alone. I know that's impossible, but it's too bad anyway.

Can he really love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn, to be on fire, all full of passion.

Love is when a person believes that he, she, or it can't live without some other he, she, or it. No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love, is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do

Keep looking up', Mama used to tell me. 'There's nothing on the ground but your feet.'

There is nothing to be done. Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind...

If I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that are people starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they are upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't change the fact that you have what you have.

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to chose where we come from, we can still chose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them