Quotes from Kristen D. Randle

Listen very hard and follow your heart. Your heart is good. It's your brain that gets you into trouble.

Every person defines reality in his own way. And every person figures that anybody who doesn't agree with him has got to be irrational.

I'm convinced that each human being more or less builds his own reality. You are what you believe you are. We make images in our minds of what will be---based on what we believe or want, what we're afraid of---

There comes a time, when you have to realize that you're not responsible for the whole world.

People allow themselves to be defeated

I think that things happen, and if you don't do something to change them, they just keep happening. Sometimes that's a good thing, and sometimes it's a nightmare.

it depends on whose reality you're using for rules. You just have to remember that, and then you can see that nothing should be taken absolutely seriously. Personally, I always like to use my own reality as a standard.

This is home. This is where we are. This is the place we store our love. You just have to be content to be in your own skin, that's all. Charlie to Ginny

What the mind believes the body will often make reality. Dr. Woodhouse to Caulder and Ginny.

So every person sets up his own rules, and then uses them to judge everybody else. You just have to realize that.There is no real normal. You have to just decide what you believe. And stay open to new ideas. For the time being I am using my own concept of reality as a guide. Ginny to Caulder and Micheal

The only power he has is what you give him. Ginny to Michael

I forgot all about him and lost myself in the story.That's what I love about films and good books- you can climb right into them and be there. I just hate it when I'm doing that, and then somebody butts in and messes with my concentration.

You are what you believe you are.We make images in our minds of what will be based on what we believe or want, what we're afraid of. Dr. Woodhouse to Caulder and Ginny

Never, never make the mistake of thinking you're the only alien on the planet . But that's exactly the way I did feel – different desks, different schedule, halls and halls and halls that all looked the same to me. Everybody else knew their way around. I might as well have been a million light years from home. And lost.

Which made me laugh, of course. If you ever want to get truly hysterical, just get really, really scared, and then have somebody say something funny. You get caught between the laugh and the sob, and it's hard to find your way out.

I was thinking about his hands on me. Nobody had ever treated me like that. Not ever. But now they had. And how was I ever going to forget it? I would never. I would never.

The thing about me is – essentially, I'm a coward. I am. I can't stand weird stuff, anything that's not normal. […] I'm a coward, and I've faced it, and I've learn to accept it. And I'm okay with that, as long as nothing happens so I have to start feeling ashamed about it, or guilty. I don't think my parents know this about me. […] But the other thing is, I just hate it when people are disappointed in me.

The picture made me heartsick. What could it be like, shut up inside with everything you feel – never having the relief of expression, never sharing anything or releasing anything or trying it out on somebody else? Never asking questions? Only yourself to talk to. Only yourself to listen. Never to be understood. Understood. Not to be loved for what you are. Never to be known.

He laughed, looking down into his empty cup. "Decent people don't expect that kind of twistedness." He put the cup down on the floor. "And if they ever did suspect it, they'd just blame themselves for thinking too mean. You should trust your disquiet the next time. That's what it's there for. A man like that gets where he is by seeming. And then he makes you feel obligated to him. It's an old trick.

I miss you. You don't know how much I miss you. You don't know how my heart sinks inside me when I think how far away you are. But then, maybe you know that feeling. I hope you do. No, I wouldn't wish that on you. But then, yes I would . . .. Forgive me for missing you that much.

Then we were quiet. Quiet isn't easy. Especially with virtual strangers. They say that nature hates a vacuum, and so it's kind of natural to want to fill up a human silence with words—any kind of lame words. But there was such a feeling of space around us that my first self-conscious word died long before I ever felt it on my tongue.

Why would I assume that the guy wanted to hurt me when nobody's ever tried to hurt me before?

I? Why hadn't I trusted myself? Because I'd trusted the woman across the street instead, that's why. That grown up. That Assistant Principal. So in a way, it had been my fault. But in another way, not. But no matter whose fault it was, I still had bruises on my arms. And now, memories I didn't want.

Always, he said. Whatever I become. Wherever I go. There will always—be this.