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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.
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Silence is a protective coating over pain.
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How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?
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I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they've done, without doing anything myself.
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...a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.
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I swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.
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I don't know if there is a one for me. I think I might like variety.
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Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them," said Mr. Sutton. "You show them the tiniest edge of your secret, but the rest you keep under wraps.
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My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.
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Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you’re popular enough.
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See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be
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I think it was the institution...I was trying to master it.
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Because on some level, even though it never turns out to be true, and even though I should know better, I still expect life to be like the movies.
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Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she'd had an impact. She wasn't a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.
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Dances are generally more fun to think about and get ready for than they actually are when you get there.
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Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk.
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A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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I say, thirteen is too many dogs for good mental health. Five is pretty much the limit. More than five dogs and you forfeit your right to call yourself entirely sane. Even if the dogs are small.
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These guys, they were so sure of their places in life--so deeply confident of their merit and their future--they didn't need any kind of front at all.
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We should not accept an evil we can change.
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Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.
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She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her she should be.
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And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don't like me back, or who don't like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.
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I like to be direct." "Okay," I said. "But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inserutable and generally send mixed messages." "I doubt it." "Human interaction is not my strong point," I told him.
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