Quotes from E. Lockhart

WELCOME, ONCE AGAIN, to the beautiful Sinclair family. We believe in outdoor exercise. We believe that time heals. We believe, although we will not say so explicitly, in prescription drugs and the cocktail hour. We do not discuss our problems in restaurants. We do not believe in displays of distress. Our upper lips are stiff, and it is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts. It is possible that we enjoy the way people are curious about us.

So I was a monster, she thought. At least I wasn't someone's little sister, someone's girlfriend, some sophomore, some girl—someone whose opinions don't matter.

But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad. In fact, you can be talky and paint your fingernails to protect other people from how sad you are.

My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss...

We're not friends, Ms. Williams. You're lying to me half the time, and I'm lying to you all the time.

He is shivering slightly and he kisses my neck with cold lips.We stay like that,enfolded in each other's arms,for a minute or two, and it feels like the universe is reorganizing itself, and I know any anger we felt has disappeared. Gat kisses me on the lips,and touches my cheek. I love him. I have always loved him.

Or is that the nature of lust? It's like an urge that disregards all the stuff that your brain knows you actually think. I wonder if guys feel like this all the time. Or maybe if everyone feels like this all the time - everyone besides me - and that's why people act like such half-wits.

Sometimes people are mean because they feel insecure about themselves.

Men still walk around like the US of A is a big cake store and all the cake is for them. Don't you think? -I'm not letting them have my cake. That's my bloody cake and I'm eating it.

Oh, just you wait. I'll have, like Great Danes and pygmy goats and maybe even a baby panda living with me. That is what panic does to people if the attacks get bad enough.

I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

A lot of times, I wish I were dead, I truly do, just to make the pain stop.

Go on, strike, said the witch, smiling. Fire is beautiful. Nothing bad will happen.

Be a little kinder than you have to." We are all silenced by that. It seems impossible to argue with. Then Johnny says, "Never eat anything bigger than your ass.

I sound like an idiot. But what else am I supposed to say? My parents are getting a divorce? I'm practically flunking drawing and literature? My best friend's barely speaking to me and changes the subject when I ask where she was on Saturday night? I think about you all the time and I want your body?

Of course I'm angry," I say. "Two years of disappearance. Never calling and not writing back and making everything worse by not dealing. Now you're all, Ooh, I thought I'd never see you again, and holding my hand and Everyone hugs you but me and half-naked perimeter walking. It's severely suboptimal, Gat. If that's the word you want to use." His face falls. "Damn. It sounds bad when you put it that way.

Everything he said sounded wonderful, but it wasn't true. I was desperately insecure and I did care what people thought. Jackson wasn't really talking about me. He was talking about an idea of me he'd concocted in his head. As soon as he remembered me and my true weaknesses in the clear light of day, he'd be as cruel this time as he had been the last.

Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

So many have the same premise: once upon a time, there were three. Three of something: three pigs, three bears, three brothers, three soldiers, three billy goats. Three princesses.

It's joy,' said Tipper. 'I aim to live a joyful life, Carrie. And I think you should, too. I think maybe you've lost track of that, a little.

You would have been a light in the dark for so many people.

I'd think of these images - people dying, a city drowning - instead of thinking about Rosemary, dying, drowning.

Mirren took off her shoes and the rest of us followed. We tossed stones into the water. We just existed.

Lots of girls don't notice when they are in this situation. They are so focused on their boyfriends that they don't remember they had a life at all before their romances, so they don't become upset that the boyfriend isn't interested.