K-Girl Quotes
...losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.
Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.
I am, after all, an adult, a grown man, a useful human being, even though I lost the career that made me all these things. I won't make that mistake again.
No one has ever held me so tightly. It's a shock to matter this much. It isn't like arms are around me, it's more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.
Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal.
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.
We don't get montages or grand finales. We just eat dinner and do the dishes, and absolutely no one's going to clap their hands about it.
Greg: Scott, great horde.My realization was that I could never *actually* live a life where I had to be constantly doing things like praising a dude's horde.So that made me feel better about myself.
You like him, Rose. Why don't you just admit that, at least to me?
Men, she decided, were a strange, thick-skulled, ball-kicking species no one on earth could have a sensible conversation with.
In every little boy child is hidden a great man
Never give up! With every step you take in your journey, you are forming your dreams.
I'm going to take off your gag. And if you try to bite me or grab me or anything, I'll hit you with this thing as hard as I can as many times as I can. Understood?
That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.
It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.
But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.
Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory.
Memory was a slippery thing—slick moss on an unstable slope—and it was ever so easy to lose one’s footing and fall
It may not seem like much - a few kisses in the dark - but it was enough to burn a hole like an ulcer in my heart.
Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.
Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.
Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
That is the trouble with standing up to people, of course. Once you start doing it, you can hardly stop.
He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one.
I don't know how magical GPS works. I don't want to mess with the signal.
All Librarians are Secret Masters of Severe Magic. Goes with the territory.
logic is tragic, because it has no magic!
A Bank is but a college of Fiscal Magic.
Music has more rules than math or magic and it's twice as dangerous as both or either.
We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.
Because I haven't yet learned the simplest and most important thing of all: the world is difficult, and we are all breakable. So just be kind.
How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you.
...being a weatherman in Ireland is about the biggest scam going.
We are in love, in the very beginning part of it, when you don't ever want to separate your body from the other person's.
I've never understood people who just go out for one drink. Once I have one drink, I want all the drinks.
Random acts of kindness show that even amidst the hustle and bustle, Paris inhabitants are more welcoming that their reputation gives them credit for.
I was supposed to stay for 3 months. But I think I always knew I would stay a little longer, despite the crazy Frenchies. Or maybe because of them.
We speed through the streets past modern buildings and ancient architecture. Gazing through the taxi window Rome becomes a wet painting someone has wiped a hand across.
Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.