Quotes from Daria Snadowsky

It's like my entire conscious state has been reduced to this toxic blend of hope and uncertainty. I hate that I have to act cool and almost pretend I don't like him when in fact I do, because, God forbid, I might come across as desperate for affection or a little clingy, which everyone should know are perfectly natural human behaviors, after all. Ugh!

I just wouldn't want to hook up with a guy unless I really, really like him, and in my experience all boys can be classified as either assholes or bores, unless they're both. Maybe it's a blessing, because the last thing I need is relationship drama to sidetrack me from my grades.

Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together.

How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?

I've been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect "forever" that I'm completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

After a breakup there's a momentary relief that you're free again. But that's quickly eclipsed by all the good memories you had together and the realization that there won't be any more of them.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

It's so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn't guarantee we'll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.

You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

Why did I have to love him so much if we're not going to end up together?

As juvenile as we sound, sometimes the most fun thing in the world is laughing with girls about boys.

How is it that two people can be in the same relationship and still have completely different ideas of what's going on?

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it's more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, 'Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive.

If love and hate aren't true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.

Amy is so correct that a good personality can make a guy better-looking.

There's something about the sight of a gorgeous guy in an open convertible heading in your direction that makes all bad feelings evaporate into thin air.

I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don't mean.

I used to think all that game playing was par for the course and even kind of exciting. It just felt logical to pursue a boy the same way I applied to college—by expending exorbitant time and energy showing what a great catch I am and what a perfect match we'd be, so that after a lengthy waiting period I might get accepted. But now the idea of reliving any version of that charade seems like hell.

In the same way that a fiancée is a bride-to-be, I've always thought a girlfriend is a fiancée-to-be. Yes, most relationships bite the dust before things get long-term. However, that possibility of staying together forever remains the underlying force driving the relationship forward.