Aryn Kyle Quotes

What do you know about being sad?'
'I know you don't need a reason.

The whole wide world was just a big pile of strangers, thinking all the time about everything they were missing.

Beginnings are so important. Just finding that right moment to introduce this character, this world, it's everything.

But the places we come from don't leave us as easily as we leave them.

Marriage," she said quietly, "is the most expensive ticket to nowhere

At home, Tommy tried to avoid looking too long at himself in the mirror, for his reflection stirred in him a feeling of great loneliness and a fear that this loneliness might be permanent.

I had waited for the tears to stop before I called him, waited until my whole body was empty and dry, hard as a fist. But now I felt the sadness rising again in my chest.

I believe in divinity. Like the goodness that works through people. The God inside humanity.

I just meant that dreams are sort of an opportunity. You can confront danger without actually being in jeopardy."
"Oh," I said. Opportunity was a good thing, a chance, a promise--the gift of drowning every night and never being dead.

You live like comfortable strangers. Like characters in a play.

Stop torturing yourself, her friends said. Stop living in the past. He was gone. Capital G
Gone. He wasn't coming back. She should focus not on the pain, but on the possibility. Something good would come from all this heartache, something always did. Everything, her friends told her, happened for a reason. She should start looking for the silver lining.
She thought she might start looking for new friends.

My whole body felt weak and hollow, like in one moment it might forget how to move, how to stand, how to breathe.

This is the truth about things: If you take something that isn't yours, it will never belong to you. You can try to hold on to it, but somehow, it will slip through your fingers. If something wasn't meant to be yours, it won't be. No matter what you do to keep it, you will lose it.

It's like, when someone asks you how you are and even though you want to say that you feel like shit, that you're miserable, that you cry until you gag and spend most of your time imagining ways to kill yourself, instead you just say, 'Fine, thanks.

Love. It is a word that means nothing and everything at the same time.

You tell us about your other friends. You feel guilty speaking about them, but you are annoyed, frustrated. You don't always trust their motives. You feel pressured by their demands on you. You're worn out by the effort it takes to be with them, to feign interest in their stream of never-ending problems.

We would pay the bills. We would pretend to be high-class. This was compromise. This, I guessed, was business.