K-Girl Quotes

I began to lust after our conjoining life.

Happy people have everything to give.

Fire is not essential. Fire is warm comfort. From fire, cultures are born.

I wanted him to look at me like maybe I was magic.

I wanted both things: strength in my independence and also this new desire. This felt like the beginning of a new kind of love.

It felt amazing to make visible my boundaries.The rumors dissipated, then changed. Eventually I turned down enough men that I became the girl who turned down men.

The PCT would lead me to an otherworld, through the sadness I felt here, out of it.

I was no longer following a trail. I was learning to follow myself.

I needed only to allow myself to know what I already knew.

In lovesickness we had found a common language.

I wanted to come close to fierce wild things. They seemed prehistoric, rare and sacred.

She taught me only how to need to be taken care of. I was here because I needed to learn to take responsibility for making my own decisions — to earn my own trust.

These tools were my parents’ way of saying: What you’re doing is important. We support it. We want to help you find your way.

I was desperate not to confront the fact that this really could be it—that "nineteen" didn't matter, that there really was a point at which even young bodies fail. I was not immortal.

Though I was starved for contact, I didn’t stop to talk to any of these strangers. I had forgotten how to convincingly speak the polite things strangers say to each other.

He understood. In lovesickness we had found a common language.

It was my first lesson in the fragility of attraction.

I walked without breaks, slept through nights without waking, inhumanly smooth – a small machine.

Each year, Gracie Henderson moons a thousand strangers, collects their shocked faces in an annual photo album.

My malady was submission.The symptom: my compliance.The antidote was loud clear boundaries.

I felt unready to hold myself responsible for the decision if I slept with him

The small word, “No.” I’d see its deity.

Rest fixed most things. Sleep was my sweet reward. I treated bedtime as both incentive and sacrament.

When I felt strongly I would say it strongly.

I needed to stop hiding: I was raped. It was time to honestly be exactly who I was. I saw—the shame wasn't mine, it was his, and I could stop misrepresenting myself, and I could accept myself.

Childhood is a wilderness.

I was beginning to feel compassion for myself.

She told me that women who wore makeup had bad values. Putting on makeup would have been a statement—a rebellion. I didn’t try it. I grew to feel guilty for wanting to feel attractive.

Water was liquid silver, water was gold. It was clarity—a sacred thing.

After twelve years of trying, I just decided to stop missing.

Children believe they are immortal, death is an empty word like the name of a country they’ve never been to on a time-faded map. I wasn’t a child anymore.

Do ghosts drink tea?They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.

Disturbed to her very soul, Finley could only shake her head. "You ask too much."A crooked grin curved his mouth. "Too much? You strange and wonderful girl, that is the least I'll ask of you.

You don't look so special""You're looking in the wrong place, " he replied with a hint of a smile. "Look into my eyes.

The point of the list wasn't just to tick items off and forget about them, it was to learn something new.

Finely blinked, "Griffin?""That's my girl." He murmured in a low tone, so no one but her could hear. Then, as the crowd drew too close, he swept her away,

...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.

- I see the real world, Nancy. But it doesn't seem real to me.- How does it seem?- It seems like an illusion that nobody notices.

Auntie Wu took special pride in two of her accomplishments--the sons she bore and the flowers she grew. They were equally useless, but the flowers smelled better.

Life goes on, and deadlines arrive, even when it seems the world should stopout of respect for a shattered self-esteem.

Life goes on, and deadlines arrive, even when it seem the world should stop out of respect for a shattered self-esteem.

The secret is confusion, make it, create it, live it, be it.

I didn’t know the grim reaper looked like Sid Vicious. – Jen

It lingers in this room like the voices that still echo here, some belonging to a man who’d once been alive, and the rest belong to others who’ve never drawn breath.

She wasn't blotto, she was plotting.

Once he heard that books are always better than movies, but he now knew that movies are better than the real life.

Such bliss is not meant to last. In my husband's house, my children were my real gifts.

Eh bien, then, you are crazy, or appear crazy or you think you are crazy, and possibly you may be crazy.

You love someone. You don’t leave her to drown. And you don’t tell her she’s crazier than she already knows that she is!

Photographs shape the past in our own image.