Nina LaCour Quotes

There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity.

dear today, i spend all of you pretending i'm okay when i'm not, pretending i'm happy when i'm not, pretending about everything to everyone.

If only I had something to take the edge off the loneliness. If only lonely were a more accurate word. It should sound much less pretty.

Don't you want to kiss me?' she asks.She smiles just a little, a hopeful, sweet smile, but buried in it is that confidence that slays me.

...I think that people who make judgements about other people they don't even know are shallow, and people who start rumors are shallow, and I really don't care what shallow people say about me.

When the bell rings, and lunch is over, I decide to come back here tomorrow, and the next day. I tell myself it really isn’t that bad.

It's a dark place, not knowing. It's difficult to surrender to. But I guess it's where we live most of the time. I guess it's where we all live, so maybe it doesn't have to be so lonely. Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty.

We take a last look out of the window at the night, and I send a silent wish to everyone out there for this kind of warmth.

I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch my reflection: it looks like I’ve been punched in both eyes.I can’t talk about the day that follows that.

Friendship is about more than facts. It's about knowing what someone is thinking, or knowing enough to know that you don't. But I guess it's also about not letting too much time go by without asking them questions, so you don't end up looking at them one afternoon, the sun so bright you have to squint, realizing that you hardly recognize the person they've become.

It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

No," I say. "I didn't know that," and as I say it I feel flooded with bitterness at all the things Ingrid kept secret from me.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

You're never going to be ready"..."Don't you see that? You have to forget about ready. If you don't, you're always going to run away