Quotes from Elizabeth Scott

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.

Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you.

And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.

I didn't want to see it. I didn't think he'd ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn't.

It could be enough, maybe, or at least a start, but the problem is that at night I tumble into dreams that aren't dreams at all. I tumble into memories and wake up aching for a dying world and a quiet, cold life that offered me nothing but sitting in a still room.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

My father looked like he was having a stroke— not that Mel seemed to notice because he just kept talking. "Patrick needs a ride. No car, you know, and so I figured, hey, I can pick up some gas money." He laughed. No one else did, and now Patrick looked like he was trying to push himself inside the door and hide.

I told you we were meant to be,'he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but I who I just didn't see, and now- Well, now I kiss him. And just for the record, it's totally worth the tardy slip I end up getting.

It was nothing. We played tic-tac-toe for a while. You know we do that sometimes." "Oh, I know," Teagan says. "Okay, how did you make that sound like we were rolling around ripping off each other's clothes?

But I know a lie when I hear one.

He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.

Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.

Queres ser feliz? - Sim. Não. Não sei. Que tipo de pergunta é essa? - Apenas uma simples - disse ela - queres ser feliz? - Eu não... acho que não sei como. - Só tu podes aprender. - disse ela.

Try to live. Try to be happy. [...] Things end, people leave, and life goes on. You need the bad things to feel the good ones.

It will be over soon, finally, but the thing about hearts is that they want to keep beating. They want to keep beating.

It's like I'm living inside a mirror. I see things, I do things, but they are just surfaces and nothing more.

There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.

She did the "we have mysterious hand gestures that make us giggle" thing.

I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn't all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it's not that easy.

Maybe you and I have to learn how to live with what we saw. With what we know.