I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.— Carrie Jones
The most unconventional Carrie Jones quotes that will activate your inner potential
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces.
It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”
It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself
What feels best is how I no longer hurt.
A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?
It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.
There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.
That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie.
They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.
Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.
I’m not a damsel and there is no distress
I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.
We all have to feel empty sometimes.
Friends help friends fight pixies.
Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways.
Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.
Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'
What we do, our choices, that's what defines us
Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on.
I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.
Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy.
He has an armload of irises and daisies and tulips and he presents them to me.
I didn't know what kind of flowers you like.I like them all.Yeah?Yeah.He tries to hand them to me, but then remembers the cast. I'll put them in water.Betty swoops in the room ridiculously fast and she grabs the flowers out of Nick's hands. I'll take care of them. You lovebirds just sit on the couch and think swooning things at each other.
It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them.
It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.
I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.