It just means that if someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn’t care about you, they’d just forget about you. They wouldn’t even waste the time hating you.
BARRY LYGAYou 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.
More Barry Lyga Quotes
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It’s not an easy choice, but that’s OK. Easy doesn’t equal good. Difficulty doesn’t equal bad. It’s just life, is all.
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Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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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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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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And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
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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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You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.
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We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.
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You don’t swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
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Yes, pain meant life. But the symmetric property did not apply; Life did not mean pain.
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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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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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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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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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[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don’t weigh anything.
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