Jessica Brody Quotes

And Cody?"
"Yeah?"
"Bring your laptop too. I need help finding a top-secret compound."
I hear him laughing quietly and I can picture him rolling his eyes as he mumbles to himself,"I should have just stayed at science camp.

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The memories that really matter don't live in the mind.

I am no longer hesitant.
I am ready.
I am fearless.

And if we judged everyone by who they were and not who they've learned to become, well then I guess none of us would have any friends. Including me.

Telling people what they want to hear is not the same thing as winning

It's like I'm caught between two versions of myself. The person I used to be and the person i'm too scared to become. I feel like I'm looking in a mirror and my reflection doesn't match. I just want to be myself again. Only I'm not sure who that is anymore. Is it the girl in the mirror, the one I've struggled to be my entire life? Or is it this stranger living inside me who wants nothing to do with her? How do you decide between them? How do you know which one is really you?

Touche.
What does that mean? Jasper raises his eyebrows quizzically.
It means you're right.
Jasper rolls his eyes. Of course I'm touche. I'm always touche.

High school is the worst.

This is what will remain unforgotten

We're going to go to something called a restaurant.Cody explains from the back seat of the car that it's what people do when they don't want to cook at home. Or when they want better food than what their mother can make.

Death is not a memory you can fake.

Trust your heart." ... "It's the only thing that will never lie to you.

I sit in the rocking chair and sway back and forth. The movement calms me. The range of motion is limited. Confined. It fits in a box.

Perceptions are key. Your representation to society dictates what people think of you.

Aren't universal transmissions supposed to be pure and uncorrupted?

I feel a normal temperature,' I reply, slightly

What does it feel like?"
"It feels like ... " I begin hesitantly, " ... falling from the sky."
As I suspected, confusion registers on Kaelen's face.
"Thrilling and terrifying at the same time," I add.
Kaelen ponders for a while. "Falling from the sky equals death."
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Only if there's a ground underneath you," I counter.
"There is."
I shrug. "But what if there wasn't? What if you simply fell forever? Never knowing if there was a ground beneath you or not."
"It's not possible," Kaelen rationalizes. "Unless you were falling in a vacuum."
I smile. "So maybe that's what love is. Falling in a vacuum.

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Waiter!" I hear him call out, sounding grouchy and irritable. "Bring me another round!"
A waiter approaches and stares disapprovingly down at the table. "Haven't you had enough?"
"Another round," Nico spits, sounding very un-Nico.
"That's it," the waiter says, gathering up the empty plates. "I'm cutting you off."
"You can't cut me off. It's unlimited pasta and breadsticks. Now bring me more.

The worst thing you can do when someone is sick is to tell them that they look sick.

Make wise choices with your life because the rest of the world certainly isn't going to do it for you.

I kiss him so hard, it's as though I'm trying to extract the very life out of him and unite it with mine.

I'm so tired of crying.
I'm so tired of losing.
I'm just so tired.

you cannot obtain balance by also seeking imbalance.

Mr. Briggs's chemistry class

It happens all the time. Sometimes the most obvious choices are the hardest to see.

Whoa,whoa, whoa. Back up. You disappear for nineteen years and then show up at my lab looking like you haven't aged a day, with a comatose boy in your arms dressed like he just got back from the Renaissance Fair, and all you can say is 'he needs help'?

We take one step towards the edge, and then, together, we leap.

People can be so annoying sometimes. With all their stupid opinions and hidden agendas. But dogs? Dogs don't have any agendas. They're as honest and open and devoted as you can get. And that's why they'll always cheer you up. They'll always love you. No matter how badly you screw up.

The truth is, we are never just one thing. We all have many titles and many labels, but far too often, we get trapped inside a single definition. The Teacher's Pet, the Rule Follower, the Cheerleader, the Athlete, the Princess, the Basket Case, the Criminal... the Rock Star's Girlfriend. Whether we wrote that definition or it was given to us, it somehow becomes our only identity. We get so lost in it that we forget about all the other pieces that make up who we are.

If we told every story from the middle, we would never appreciate happy endings.

He has an Android operating system and you have Apple. It's a compatibility issue. You'll never get along. You may as well just end it now.

And real things break.
Imaginary things last forever.

I'm sugar and spice and all things nice. And look how well that's turned out for me so far.

And I hear music. The kind you can dance to. The kind that drowns out the rest of the world. Because when you find what you're looking for - when you finally get it right - everything else is just noise.

But not only did you seek to achieve balance in your life but you also sought to achieve imbalance in someone else's.

I'm not brainwashed." I wish everyone would stop using that word to describe me.
"That's exactly what someone who's been brainwashed would say.

Hello,' I say. My voice sounds high and squeaky. I try a lower register. 'Hello.'
Woah. Too low.
'Hello.' Third time's a charm.
They're already chuckling. I've barely even said anything. High school is the worst.

I can't help to feel like they're staring at me, too. Judging me. Deeming me not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not cool enough.
And to be honest, sometimes I wonder if they're right.

Or at the very least, you'll remember that there once was a moment. And that it was perfect.

And for the last ten or so years of my life, whenever my father was in the house, I've learned how to make myself scarce.

In just one night, a new dandelion has managed to sprout up in place of the one I destroyed. It's a strong weed. A rebellious fighter.

Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. It's also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray you'll never have to live without. It's meeting yourself for the first time, and not being sure of your first impression.

We all need to believe in something. It gives us a reason to get up in the morning. Something to fight for.

No hay mat que por bien no venga --there is no bad that doesn't come with good

If something you did causes failure, shouldn't the exact opposite of what you did bring success?

You just don't get it, do you? You don't have to do this. Any of this. You don't have to be someone else. He should like you for who you already are.

I don't know. I guess I'd just like to see you live one day for yourself.

We can only fix our own life. We cannot play the role of Gods in someone else's.

My mom tries to comfort me by saying that girls like Heather Campbell tend to peak early in life and then quickly fade. That's why she looks so much better than everyone now. But by the time I go to my ten-year reunion, I'll be way prettier than she is. To which I always reply with the same statement, "I don't want to be pretty in ten years. I want to be pretty now."
Because what good is it to me now that I might or might not be drop-dead gorgeous when I'm twenty-seven? It's not like I can go to school every day with a big cardboard sign around my neck that says, "Trust me, in ten years, I'll look like this." And then an arrow pointing to a picture of a supermodel.

He looks at me. I look at him. Neither of us speaks. And yet it's like we're both saying everything.
No. Not saying it.
Screaming it.

We've been so focused on the concept of punishing those who have caused us pain that we've completely disregarded the entire other half of what Karma is.

My mouth starts watering and a gurgle emanates from my stomach. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I haven't eaten since ... well, since 1609.

When you fail, fail, and then find your 'No' in life, your Next Opportunity. When you find your next opportunity, say:
Yes ... always yes.

A small shift in perspective and everything falls into place

I mean, how sad is it that I needed a freaking Facebook profile to tell me my boyfriend was no longer my boyfriend? As if Facebook is the official record keeper of relationships and you have to confirm all breakups and hookups with this sacred online registrar before you can consider them certified and approved.

Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.

Karma comes after everyone eventually. You can't get away with screwing people over your whole life, I don't care who you are. What goes around comes around. That's how it works. Sooner or later the universe will serve you the revenge that you deserve.

What if life is unpredictable? What if people leve for nu reason? What if losing is just another part of life? What if the universe can't be controlled? What if chaos is good? What if some questions can never be answered? What if that's okay?

It's like I became so obsessed with doing things right, I forgot to enjoy them.

Life is messy for the rest of us. You have it really good here, you know? Promise me you won't forget that.