You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
BARRY LYGAYes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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And it’s true. It’s so true. All those years of loving Zik because he never asked about Eve… I never realized, I never understood. It was his job as my best friend not to ask. But it was my job as his best friend to tell him without being asked.
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Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.
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This is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.
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Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.
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What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?…The term was faith.
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Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
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We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
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Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?” The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.
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Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
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You can’t rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don’t love Jecca. I don’t love Fanboy. But… God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won’t they. I don’t love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.
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And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? ‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?
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One time you told me that the opposite of love isn’t hate. And I didn’t understand that, but I think I do know. Because if you hate someone, you most still care, right? You have to care a little bit; otherwise you would just ignore them and forget they even live. Or lived.
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He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.
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Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.
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The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
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Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.
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I suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!
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(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.
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Unreal. I’m feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.
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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless.”Anger” was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.
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Look, my dad has a saying – we’ll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
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I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
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Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They’ll just spring on you like a ninja.
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I do what I’ve trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher’s mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.
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Yes,” Howie said solemnly. “I can teach you how to be more ‘street’”. “For God’s sake…” “Or is it ‘urban’? I can’t remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.
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