Amanda Grace Quotes

People don't change because you want them to. They aren't clay, ready to be molded.

I'm going back to bed. And when I wake up maybe that ugly girl will be gone.

Each piece of glass is another piece of myself I gave to him.
It's too bad I didn't keep any pieces for myself.

This isn't love. It's something broken and ugly. I wanted it so badly I didn't care what it looked like.

These are the moments I fall deeper in love with him. When neither of us says anything, and we just ... stare. There's an understanding there that goes much deeper than words ever could. A connection so real I can't speak, because words could never say the things I feel.

Sometimes I think I spent forever waiting for you,' he says. 'My whole life, I've never had someone like you. Someone who doesn't have to be there, but is anyway. Someone who wants to just ... be with me because they want me. For me. Not because I'm your brother or your kid or anything, but because you choose me.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I'm tired of drowning.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be
one big scar of a love gone wrong.

You can't change the past. You can only change the future.

All I want to do is pretend nothing is wrong and avoid it all, for eternity, but I know I can't.

My classmates surround me as I sit in this folding chair. They laugh and hug one another and talk about how much they will miss each other once they're gone. And all I can think is that I have been gone for a long time, but none of them miss me.

People don't understand us. They don't understand me. They think it's so black and white, that he makes me miserable and that I should be with someone else and that I deserve something else.
But it's not black and white at all. It's gray. It's a never ending world of gray.

It happened in pieces, tiny little turning points. I'll never figure out when it all turned, because it wasn't a single moments. It doesn't matter how many times I look back, how many times I try to figure it out. There is no before and after. Just a year of choices.

I don't know when I stopped mattering to him, and I don't know how to undo it. I want it to be like it used to, when all he needed was me.