Quotes from Tiffanie DeBartolo

My soul is withering.

no matter what anybody says about grief, and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

said, "Isn't it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it's dying?

I was alone. In ways people aren't supposed to be alone. And sure, I could've stayed where I was, continued working my nowhere job, living in my nowhere apartment, eventually marry some nowhere man, have a few kids and anesthetize myself with provincial monotony like most of my peers had done, and before I knew it I'd be six feet under. I wanted more. And I had hope.

It was 1984. That year, my true love was John Taylor from Duran Duran.

Desperately wanting to communicate with someone who no longer exists is essentially a lesson in gravity. No matter how hard you try to overcome it, it will always pull you down.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules.

Believe it or not, I have boundaries.

Life, Love, and the Goddamn Pursuit of Happiness.

I can't lie I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not No matter how I try I'll never be able to give you something Something that I just haven't got

For the rest of the day all I could think about was that precious fruit. The mango, that is.

But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.

I was the least impressed with, a woman who thought Henry Miller was a police sitcom from the seventies.

the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie.

I want to stumble across something on the sidewalk and pretend she dropped it: a flower petal, a scarf. And then I want to set it on fire.

Maybe that was the key to getting rid of the loneliness, I thought. Treating love as entertainment, not as salvation.

Thoughts are king, Trixie. King

Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies— two ideas that on good days I believe wholeheartedly and on bad days I denounce as a bunch of bull.

But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they're sixteen. They read The Catcher in the Rye and don't feel so alone. The problem is, they get over it. They forget that grief. Or they bury it. I never could.

trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.

For what it's worth, I don't go out of my way to be difficult. I just want to sleep with a clear conscience and wake up with the ability to look at myself in the mirror. I also want my life to be my own. Even if it's a shitty goddamn life, it's still mine.

it. I likened it to the intimate version of Doug's Tell me what you listen to and I'll tell you what you are theory. This was: Tell me who you fuck and I'll tell you what you are. Spiritual duplicity. "Choice betrays character," I said. "That's not true.

Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.

Do you think people can change?" I nodded, refusing to consider the possibility that any of us are doomed to die the same sorry people we sometimes become.