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I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.
Elizabeth Scott
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All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.
Elizabeth Scott
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The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.
Elizabeth Scott
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I see it in his eyes, he has eyes you can see everything in, and I say, "Morgan," my voice as quiet as the ghost I am supposed to be.
Elizabeth Scott
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Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.
Elizabeth Scott
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I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.
Elizabeth Scott
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Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?
Elizabeth Scott
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Vitamins ruined my life. Not that there was much left to ruin, but still. I know that blaming vitamins for my horrible life sounds strange. After all, vitamins are supposed to keep people healthy. Also, they're inanimate objects. But thanks to them I was stuck in the Jackson Center Mall watching my father run around in a bee costume.
Elizabeth Scott
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I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me.
Elizabeth Scott
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I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.
Elizabeth Scott
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Maybe you and I have to learn how to live with what we saw. With what we know.
Elizabeth Scott
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He kisses me and for that kiss, for that moment, I forget how worried I am. It comes back, of course, but with Caleb, I feel more whole—I am more whole—than I have been since Mom died. I love him. I love him because of who he is, who he really is past what everyone else sees; the lost boy, the druggie, the car thief. I love him because he is strong and caring. I love him because he broke and put himself back together again. I love him because he is beautiful inside and out. I love him for being here with me. I love him for not telling me that everything will be all right. I love him because he knows what life is like, what it can do, and is always honest about it.
Elizabeth Scott
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I always wanted to be grown up. When I was little I couldn’t wait to be a teenager and go to high school. When I got there I wanted to be done with it, wanted to get out into the world, the real one, and live in it. The thing is, that world doesn’t exist. All growing up means is that you realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.
Elizabeth Scott
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Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.
Elizabeth Scott
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Try to live. Try to be happy. Things end, people leave, and life goes on. You need the bad things to feel the good ones.
Elizabeth Scott
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Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.
Elizabeth Scott
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Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.
Elizabeth Scott
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Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.
Elizabeth Scott
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Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die.
Elizabeth Scott
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Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.
Elizabeth Scott
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I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.
Elizabeth Scott
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I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don't care what's coming you just want who your heart beats for.
Elizabeth Scott
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The story of my life can be told in silver: in chocolate mills, serving spoons, and services for twelve. The story of my life has nothing to do with me. The story of my life is things. Things that aren’t mine, that won’t ever be mine. It’s all I’ve ever known. I wish it wasn’t.
Elizabeth Scott
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I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind.
Elizabeth Scott
