Quotes from Carrie Jones

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, "Aha. Of course. That's right."

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

He wipes his hand on his shirt. What? Did I drool on you?" A little." You're a wolf. You should be used to drool." That's low.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

A pixie's true skin color is blue. Cookie Monster, Grover, and other lovable Muppets are also blue. Do not confuse the two. Muppets don't kill you. Usually.

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.

I'm not a damsel and there is no distress

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

Why would I want to fit in?

Hope is a crazy thing. It will make you believe.

Astley comes to my side. "Are you well?" "No," I tell him, voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again".

Pixiophobia: a fear of Pixies. I made this up, but believe me it should be a word because it sure is a legitimate fear.

He's going macho again," Dev says, totally nonchalantly, while he unlocks the door. He's always going macho," Is adds. "It must be the wolf thing." I am not going macho. I am always macho," Nick says.

I promise you. You will survive this. Feel my hand. It is yours now, my queen. I promise you. I am yours.

He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you like." "I like them all." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He tries to hand them to me, but then remembers the cast. "I'll put them in water." Betty swoops in the room ridiculously fast and she grabs the flowers out of Nick's hands. "I'll take care of them. You lovebirds just sit on the couch and think swooning things at each other.

If you pass out, I'll put you in my lap and wheel you across the finish line

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can