Benjamin Alire Sáenz Quotes

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.

I wondered if my smile was as big as hers. Maybe as big. But not as beautiful.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

Water was something he loved, something he respected. He understood its beauty and its dangers. He talked about swimming as if it were a way of life.

The problem with my life was that it was someone else's idea.

You know what the worst thing about adults is? ...They're not always adults. But that's what I like about them.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

All I knew is that sometimes my father was sad. I hated that he was sad. It made me sad too. I didn't like sad.

I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.

I hadn't even solved the mystery of my own body.

You're fighting this war in the worst way possible." "I don't know how to fight it, Dad.""You should ask for help, " he said."I don't know how to do that, either.

I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.

I didn’t think it was my job to accept what everyone said I was and who I should be.

I couldn't exactly storm away in anger. I'd just have to close my eyes and shut out the universe.

I thought of what my mom had said. "You talk like a man." It was easier to talk like a man than to be one.

The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.

I wanted to close my eyes and let the silence swallow me whole.

I guess I did miss Dante-even though I tried hard to not think about him. The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.

Try it again, " I said. "Kiss me.""No, " he said."Kis

I wished it was raining, " he said."I don't need the rain, " I said. "I need you.

For the music to be over so soon. For the music to be over when it had just begun. That was really sad.

How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?

I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.

The day he came home from the hospital, he cried. I held him. I thought he would never stop.I knew that a part of him would never be the same.They cracked more than his ribs.

You can’t expect to go both ways when you’re driving on a one-way street.

It started to rain and we just sat. Sat and watched the rain in silence.

Everyone was always becoming someone else.Sometimes, when you were older, you became someone younger. And me, I felt old. How can aguy who’s about to turn seventeen feel old?

I was fifteen.I was bored.I was miserable.

I was getting an A for work. But not for talent. The story of my life.

The problem is not that I don't love my mother and father. The problem is that I don't know how to love them.

Maybe all that silence about my brother did something to me. I think it did. Not talking can make a guy pretty lonely

Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.

One summer night I fell asleep hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.

Words could be like food - they felt like something in your mouth. They tasted like something.

When I was a boy, I used to wake up thinking that the world was ending.

There are worst things in life than kissing boys.

The thing about tears is that they can be as quiet as a cloud floating across the desert sky.

What is it with you and that book?"Rafael laughed. "We have a personal relationship.

I was ashamed of myself for being ashamed of myself. I didn't like feeling like that.

I wondered how that felt, to really like yourself. And I wondered why some people didn't like themselves and others did. Maybe that's just the way it was.

One of my roommates, Rafael, he's an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

I wanted to buy a T-shirt that read: I AM UNKNOWABLE.

I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.

The problem with parents is that they're adults.

People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

Wow, a world without darkness. How beautiful was that?

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

I think you love him more than you can bear.

Life was like that- there would always be something scratching at the door. And whatever was scratching would just scratch and scratch until you opened the door.