Daria Snadowsky Quotes

For me, at least, feeling something, even something bad, is better than feeling nothing.

That I don't feel upset by us really being over almost trivializes how special and intense our relationship once was.

Ultimately, I have no power over what he or any boy thinks of me.

High school sweetheart is such an
innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

There's something about the sight of a gorgeous guy in an open convertible heading in your direction that makes all bad feelings evaporate into thin air.

Undressing him reminds me of trying to change a sleepy, uncooperative four-year-old into his pajamas.-Dom

But recalling how my ex had nasty BO after track practice never made me feel better. It seemed disingenuous to hold things against him that before I readily accepted as the price of love.

Does he try to have intercourse with you?"
"Grandma!" I gasp. "Not that it's any of your business, but no!"
"Good. Remember, no ring, no ring-a-ding-ding. Because once you spread your legs for him, do you know where he'll race once he's done? He'll race to another woman, that's where.

I think how breakups can bring out the worst in the best people, and part of being upset is mouthing off crap you don't mean.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

Whatever age you are when you're first burned is old enough to lose hope that you'll ever get excited about anybody else.

I'm positive I wouldn't consider having sex with Guy if I hadn't already had sex beforehand. I always knew I wanted my first time to be with someone I loved and who loved me, which it was ... but shouldn't I want that for every
time? I disagree with what Amy said about how once you go all the way, you can't go back to "everything but." But now that I have done it, it doesn't seem nearly as big a deal to do it again.

Nothing makes you get down on yourself and worry that you're undesirable like rejection, so having someone desirable desire you is the ultimate antidote.

As juvenile as we sound, sometimes the most fun thing in the world is laughing with girls about boys.

I've been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect "forever" that I'm completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.

In neuroscience, our textbook showed how the brain scans of people newly in love look a lot like the brain scans of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In each case, your dopamine is suppressing your serotonin.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

The other big con is whether having sex could cause me to more than just like like Guy. But that could happen even if we don't sleep together. You don't even need to date a boy to dream about marrying him.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic.-Dom

How is it that two people can be in the same relationship and still have completely different ideas of what's going on?

I can barely feel my arms now, and my shoulders are sore, but I take deep breaths and keep going. Every few seconds I alternate hands and lick them. "Hand job" is such a misnomer for this full-body routine. It's like I'm a one-man band.

If breakups are like deaths, then ex sightings are like seeing a ghost: you feel goose bumps, near loss of bladder control, and the sensation of your heart bursting in your throat. The distinction is that the ex is alive.

It's sick how you can be intimate with someone one minute and then be furious with that same person the next.

It sucks enough when girlfriends break plans with each other for a boy, but at least that's not against the natural order of things, like when a boy blows off his girlfriend for friends ... Or maybe I've had it wrong all along.
Since friendships usually outlast relationships, why shouldn't friends receive preferential treatment?
Because you don't sleep with your friends!

Just because the sexes are equal doesn't mean that sex is.

A boy sees a girl topless for the first
time only once, and the anticipation of the big reveal is really exciting. I feel like I'm a present being unwrapped.

In the same way that a fiancée is a bride-to-be, I've always thought a girlfriend is a fiancée-to-be. Yes, most relationships bite the dust before things get long-term. However, that possibility of staying together forever remains the underlying force driving the relationship forward.

One of the pitfalls of having an ex-boyfriend is that people still pair you together in their memories, and sooner or later someone's bound to mention him. And now that it has happened ... I can't say I feel nothing. I don't think it's possible to get royally dumped by the only boy I've ever done it with, let alone loved, and then feel nothing when he's brought up in conversation.

I remember another thing Cosmo said. It typically takes half the time you're dating a guy to fall out of love with him. My ex and I were together almost ten months before he admitted over the holidays that he'd fallen out of love with me, so by that measure I should've been cured weeks ago. But once you've anticipated spending forever with someone, I'm not convinced you can ever feel complete after being uncoupled. I think you just learn to live without the person. Like when someone dies, you don't stop loving them just because they're not around to love you back anymore. Breakups truly are a kind of death.

There's nothing like feeling like sh_t to kill your libido.

Back in high school, I never understood how Amy could enjoy getting with guys just for the short haul. In a way, though, making out like this is more enjoyable because there's no pressure for me to not do or say anything stupid. What's the worst that can happen if I do? So I'm freer to focus on what I'm feeling, not what he feels about me.

In the beginning, I wanted his heart. Then I shifted focus to his body. I was never interested in only friendship.

When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up.

I wonder how many more penises I'll have inside me in my lifetime.

How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?

Doing things for someone else is what I love most about relationships, even more than having stuff done for me.

I realize that I'm far less familiar with my own privates than with Guy's, and I've seen his only twice! I guess that's to be expected, since girls can't really look at ourselves without a reflection, whereas nothing's hidden with boys. It seems unfair, but there's also something neat about it being shrouded in secrecy.

I hate how it's so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.

If love and hate aren't true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain - if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.

Did things get a lot hotter between you two? A little stove-top stuffing in the kitchen?-Amy

It goes back to keeping things equal. Friendship feels really demeaning if one person still likes the other more,
which is probably what caused the breakup in the first place. It's such a misnomer that 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' have the word 'friend' in them."

"I don't know, Dom. It's screwed up that people who dug each other enough to go out can't at least stay friends
afterward.

"Spoken by a true love virgin.

Blame your body. The whole biological purpose of existence is to mate, so from the time we hit puberty, our hormones are demanding us to couple up. Maybe it's basic instinct to feel inadequate if you're single."
"That's what sucks. There's so many more interesting things than guys, but guys are what we spend most of our time talking about."
"I think that's just the way it is, though. No matter what we do, it's always more special if there's a boyfriend to share it with."
"Or a best friend.

Cuteness and kindness are often inversely proportional in people.

How is it that human anatomy evolved so
that something as stupid-looking as a repetitive back-and-forth movement can generate the peak of physical ecstasy?