The opposite of the life where the girl can’t even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren’t even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.
E. LOCKHARTDo not think about guys who have broken your heart six ways. It is mentally deranged to chase after heartbreak.
More E. Lockhart Quotes
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She doesn’t feel like crying anymore.
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Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she’d had an impact. She wasn’t a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.
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8. Fact: It is a bad idea to date a known cheater, because even if he doesn’t cheat on you, you will always know he’s capable of it and will never fully trust him. Then you will become even more insecure and neurotic than you already are.
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If those are your friends, you’ve got no need for enemies.
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Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it.
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Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they’re boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He’ll tolerate your junk.
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Everything doesn’t seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you’re young.
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These guys, they were so sure of their places in life–so deeply confident of their merit and their future–they didn’t need any kind of front at all.
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How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?
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We can’t know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.
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Always do what you’re afraid to do. … I will prove myself strong when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave when they think I am weak.
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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.
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There will be all these fifty-year-old women wearing hot pants and squeezing themselves into pretzel shapes and then there will be me. Just reaching for my toes like they’re China. ‘Hello there! You’re so far away, I can’t get to you! Can you even hear me?
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A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.
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