Quotes from Aryn Kyle

What do you know about being sad?' 'I know you don't need a reason.

But the places we come from don't leave us as easily as we leave them.

That was the problem with getting used to people - you had to miss them when they were gone.

Marriage," she said quietly, "is the most expensive ticket to nowhere

This is the truth about things: If you take something that isn't yours, it will never belong to you. You can try to hold on to it, but somehow, it will slip through your fingers. If something wasn't meant to be yours, it won't be. No matter what you do to keep it, you will lose it.

Beginnings are so important. Just finding that right moment to introduce this character, this world, it's everything.

Stop torturing yourself, her friends said. Stop living in the past. He was gone. Capital G--Gone. He wasn't coming back. She should focus not on the pain, but on the possibility. Something good would come from all this heartache, something always did. Everything, her friends told her, happened for a reason. She should start looking for the silver lining. She thought she might start looking for new friends.

What do you know about being sad?' 'I know you don't need a reason.

I had waited for the tears to stop before I called him, waited until my whole body was empty and dry, hard as a fist. But now I felt the sadness rising again in my chest.

They will stare. They will stand to the side and watch her be alone.

At home, Tommy tried to avoid looking too long at himself in the mirror, for his reflection stirred in him a feeling of great loneliness and a fear that this loneliness might be permanent.

That was the real bitch about time: Everything true would become false, if only you waited long enough.

It's like, when someone asks you how you are and even though you want to say that you feel like shit, that you're miserable, that you cry until you gag and spend most of your time imagining ways to kill yourself, instead you just say, 'Fine, thanks.

You live like comfortable strangers. Like characters in a play.

We would pay the bills. We would pretend to be high-class. This was compromise. This, I guessed, was business.

I had closed my eyes and seen a place I hadn't known existed. There was no anger, no loneliness, no jagged icy fear gnawing at the wires of my body. For that one moment, the noise inside my head had turned still and silent. If hell was real and true and all around us, then heaven was too.

I believe in divinity. Like the goodness that works through people. The God inside humanity.

And in that foggy place between sleep and waking, he could have been anyone. That was what she liked most about him: In the darkness, he became whomever she wanted.

The whole wide world was just a big pile of strangers, thinking all the time about everything they were missing.

In my room, I looked around at all the pieces of my life, neat and tidy on their little shelves, my clothes and books and telephones, my shoes and hair barrettes, and tried to care about them. Mine, mine, mine. But they were only things, things that could have belonged to anyone.

People are much more dangerous than anything your mind can make up while you're sleeping." "Like people you can't trust?" "Yes," he answered and his voice was quieter. "They're the most dangerous." "How can you tell who they are?" I asked. "That's easy," he said, inhaling slowly from his cigarette. "They're the people who are the hardest to stay away from.

I just meant that dreams are sort of an opportunity. You can confront danger without actually being in jeopardy." "Oh," I said. Opportunity was a good thing, a chance, a promise--the gift of drowning every night and never being dead.

Love. It is a word that means nothing and everything at the same time.

Today will just be something else that they don't talk about, something else that probably never happened.