Chelsea Sedoti Quotes

The woods had swallowed Lizzie's secrets. She had lived, and she had died, and now, there was no trace of her. Elizabeth Lovett was just a name in a newspaper article, a statistic, someone people used to know.

Confusion is like curiosity, it reminds us that we're alive. To not feel confused means we no longer care. Not caring is death.

Growth comes from questioning our own hearts. But unrelenting self-doubt can lead you astray.

When someone dies, it doesn't just take them. It takes a piece of everyone who ever loved them and everyone they ever loved.

Choices, by nature, are not right or wrong. They are only different paths, all ultimately leading to the same end.

Do you ever know a moment is important as it's happening, or is it only when you look back that you can see your life is changed.

The most beautiful thing about the world is how much is unknown to us. There are so many secrets, Hawthorn. So much awaiting discovery. We are merely dust motes in the vastness of the universe.

Don't confuse being popular with being interesting

Life is full of tough times and hard decisions. But as long as you choose to do the right thing, you'll be OK.

Don't talk then. Paint. Dance. Write. Just don't hold your feelings inside. The longer we let pain hide in our hearts, the more it turns to poison.

I knew all about reading a lot. About how it could take you to a world what was better than the real one. A world where there were adventures and mysteries and magic. Except, of course, books ended eventually, and then you had to go back to being yourself.

That's the problem, of course. At least, part of the problem. In Madison, regrets are as commonplace as wishes. And there's no such thing as do-overs.

It's only a saying. You don't need to analyze it."
"That's the problem with the world. No one wants to analyze anything.

I can be a hero and a villain all in one night.

The whole idea of wishing is screwed up."
"That didn't stop you from making your wish," I point out.

You'd think I'd be used to this agony by now , but it always catches me off guard. Anyone who says grief fades over time is a fucking liar. It never goes away. It just gets better at hiding. You never know when it's going to spring out of the shadows and sucker punch you in the gut.
Grief is a real asshole.

Enzo thought ends were disappointing. He said when you were really immersed in a story, you started to have expectations. And the end was never as great as you imagined it could have been. Even though I mostly agreed with him, I couldn't help wanting to know everything. I was always looking for more.

People change. Thank God. I can't imagine a world where everyone's the same as they were in high school.

Movies were movies, whether they were old or new. They always captivated me, pulled me into worlds where anything was possible. Worlds where there were adventures and surprises, and life was never dull.
The only thing I didn't like about movies was when the credits rolled and returned me to real life.

Being extraordinary is kind of overrated.

She couldn't get that a wanted a car that was a little broken. When something starts out perfect, it usually lets me down.

And no matter what happened when I went inside, I would always have that one perfect moment standing on the threshold when anything was possible.

Yeah, you're such an outcast. No one understands you. All anyone does is sit around and think about what a loser you are. Grow up, Hawthorn. No one cares.

True artists know how to cut their subjects open and bleed them onto the canvas.

Well, say you only have two choices. You can like red or you can like blue. It's easy to look at those two colors and decide that, between them, you like red. But when you consider all the colors in the world, then what? You could narrow it down to liking red, but what shade of red? Some of them are practically the same. And some are way different. But they're all red, so you like them all, because who ever said a person can like just one color and that's it? But you're asking me to pick one color and like it for the rest of my life."

"And," I go on, "every time you talk to someone who's already picked their color, some adult who's had their whole life to think about their decision, you know what they say? They regret what they chose. So now they're stuck their whole life with orange, but they've realized orange was a shit color to start with.

Mayor Fontaine is awful and terrifying. But like the rest of us, he's human too.

Wishing made it a sure thing though."
"But who wants a sure thing? Life is about gambles,

You can only truly love art if you've bled for it.

But I always wondered, if she could turn her feelings off like a switch, how much was she hiding from us? It had made her seem mysterious. Which is stupid. She wasn't mysterious; she was depressed.

I looked at Emily. As always, she was right. When I needed her, all I had to do was pick up the phone and call. Emily didn't share all my interests or condone all my actions, but that didn't make her any less of a friend.

These notes are little pieces of history no one cares about, but they remind you that you're not the first person to hold that book. Someone else owned it first and read the exact same words, and one way or another, it impacted them. We're all connected.

I didn't wave my daisy. I felt small, the way an ant must feel looking up at a field of wildflowers. I was nothing. I was trapped below flowers, buried under them, while girls like Lizzie Lovett danced overhead. That was life. We all have a place.

As long as something was a mystery, there was still the potential for amazement. Maybe that's where I went wrong before. Some riddles weren't meant to be solved.

But I should have taken it more seriously. I should have known that someone going missing isn't a game. That's how I treated it. You know, like Lizzie went missing just for my amusement

Eldon, we all mess up. No one should measure their worth by how often they screw up. What matters most is how a person deals with the aftermath. How they grow and change.