Megan Hart Quotes

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe…you shouldn’t let that person go just because you’re afraid.

I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.

You don’t have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

Foolish. Stupid. I knew it. I knew my reaction was unreasonable, bu the heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. Blaise Pascal said that, and I've always found it to be true.

When everything changes we learn who we really are. What’s really important. What we want most. We discover the truth in moments of disarray.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

I could say his body was perfect and every part of it beautiful, because it was. Not because he had no flaws, but because I wanted him so desperately I couldn’t see any.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

Sometimes,” Joe said after a bit, “it’s just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that’s what you’re not, anymore.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

Scars are proof we can can survive

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you.

There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end.

I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?

If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

And you’re not afraid of it ending?” “Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

If you're lucky, the friends you make when you're sixteen stay with you for the rest of your life. If you're smart, you know when it's time to let them go.