Jessica Park Quotes

I'm very aware of how well I am operating in situations that I would have been incapable of broaching even last summer. Chris, Sabin, Eric, and Estelle, have rescued me, and I can't fathom how I can ever begin to repay them.

I think I may have an addiction. A sex-maniac beast has awoken, and I am a horny mess nearly all the time. I almost feel suprised that I haven't yet grabbed Estelle and shoved my tongue down that beautiful girls throat. I'd probably get father with Estelle than with her brother.
Oh my God. What is wrong with me?

I want my mother right now. I want her so desperately that I physically ache to have her hold me, and it's absolutely bullshit that I have no one.

Her body pressed against his felt like the most natural thing in the world, and the way she fit against him as though they were made for this embrace was overwhelming.

You know I have trouble with colloquialisms, so I resent your shocked reaction.

It was suddenly heartachingly clear how much he wanted this and how easy it was to imagine it with near provocative clarity. She was not just his friend. She was more.

His mouth was soft and unhurried. Teasing, even. His tongue just brushed hers and making her tremble. She kissed back, tasting him, breathing him in. Julie was dizzy and shaky and inundated with his heat.

Everything will be okay. Good things last, and the bad things will fade away. So, go find your good.

You have the here and now. You have a future. Deal with the past so you can stop looking back. It's just the pain.

She read the two words that were so simple and so yet moving. Miss you.

Why do washing machines eat socks? Do they taste good? Should I eat socks?

Why is luge a sport? You dress up like a giant sperm and go sledding really fast. That's hardly athletic. Phallic and sexy, yes. But hardly athletic.

Finn is God: If you get off your high horse, you'll notice that it, too, poops.

Finn is God: I reach between us and release the buckles that are holding us together. This is when I really panic. The ride up in the plane didn't scare me. Or the height or the jump or the noise. None of that scared me. Right now, only one thing does. Julie Seagle: Tell me. Finn is God: I'm terrified that when I undo that buckle and release you, that you'll get up and walk away from me. I can't think of anything more excruciating.

I love you, Allison. It happened when I wasn't looking for it, when I didn't know I needed it. But I fell in love with you so quickly and so smoothly. So without question.

She talked too much, and evidently not in the right ways or about the right things.

So she would wait for him. Because one day, Finn would be home. One day, they could see what this really was between them. Julie

Never moon a werewolf.

You are not the first, and will not be the last, to say so. I wear my "warped" label with pride.

I had a dream about starting a dating service for fish called solemate.com. In unrelated news, I will never drink again.

Justin… I know that we do not care for clichés, but this is a rather large can of worms that you are attempting to pry open using a rusty can opener."

"Like one of those old creaky ones you'd find in a summer rental home? With the super skinny handles that hurt?"

Celeste laughed. "Yes. Like that."

"I like worms. You can let the worms out. But only if you want. I won't make you talk about anything you don't want to.

Eccentricities, of which I know I have
many, do not hold universal sexual and romantic lure. I understand that.

Julie took the paper and looked at the fifteen-digit password. Paranoid much?

Nobody gets their period for the first time and has a nervous breakdown next to a Kohler toilet. Men have such stupid ideas about menstruation, don't they, Julie?

You can look back now and see how you should have known, but you were focusing on the facts instead of the feeling.

Ignore everything you think you know and listen only to your heart, without doubting anything.

This book is for everyone who has survived. You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you're drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.

I've read countless literary works that detail the longing and ache that characters have for someone they love, and over time, I have developed a strong belief that it's just dramatic bullshit meant to entice readers.

At least one thing is certain: Chris and I are inextricably connected. Do I have factual reasons to know this? Proof? Assurances? No None.
Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

This summer has been idyllic ... more than that, it's the unification of this group of formerly lost souls. It's been a syrupy lovefest for the past three months, and I wish it could last forever.
I think about that stupid fucking saying, Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I want to barf. I'm already beyond fond of everyone, so I'm all set.

You are the great love of my life that I'm never going to have.

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

Those one hundred and eighty seconds with Esben somehow threw me into a whirlwind.
Either I get slammed to the ground by that force or I soar.

It's not what you know-or when you see-that matters. It's about the journey.

Justin: I know where you live.
Justin: Wait, I didn't mean that in a creepy way ...
Justin: Hello? Oh gawd ... Did I freak you out?
Justin: I just meant that I would know where to pick you up. And it's not like I'd show up in a van with the windows all blacked out. That'd be super creepy.
Justin: I drive a Prius.
Justin: Nobody gets abducted in a Prius, right?

I am choosing a love that defies boundaries and a life that defies boundaries. That is the power of Celeste.

I ask you to ignore everything you think you know and to listen only to your heart, without doubting anything. Can you do that?

I refuse to be left behind in this world, so I need to catch up.

It occurs to me that this boy has not faltered once in the time that I've known him. Not on any level. I reach my hand up, touch his chest, feel the muscles in his shoulder, and then run my palm down his arm, over the bracelets he always has on,

I'm done peeing now."
"Thank you for letting me know.

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That's how a storm with such power happens; you sense the build and darkness, you prepare as best you can, you do what you can to get through it even as it devastates your entire world. Whatever you do, however much you brace yourself, you will still be caught up in forces that you cannot control. So the question is how to navigate through the chaos. It takes thought, and trust, and serenity.

Machine time a in polarity the reverse to how know anyone does: question quick?

I wait for him to do what everyone else did after my parents died. Spout of some conventional words of sympathy like, I'm so sorry. How awful. You poor thing. Terribly sad...and then run. People always do. Nobody knows what to say after the initial words of supposed comfort. Death and grief make everyone around you vanish because death and grief are intolerable.

You are more capable of being loved than you understand. And - Celeste, this is important - you nurture and love and protect more than anyone I have known. Or could know. Don't take that away from me. From us.

Here's the truth. We want to read too much into life because it's convenient. Or fun. But there's no imaginary, invisible man in the sky who makes things happen.

I like you," he says. "…I think there's something between us, and I'm very afraid that I'm going to do the wrong thing again and send you running. And I don't want that. If you're going to go running anywhere, I'd prefer that you come running to me.

You're just ... You're everything
His words are perfect, but the tone in his voice is not right. Wistful. Apologetic.

I have a strong aversion to Twitter, and yet there is a social obligation that forces me to pop in and spy on celebrities now and then. I don't get Twitter. It's impossible to follow conversation threads, and it's too easy to spend hours and hours clicking on random names, and the next thing you know, you've become infatuated with Tweet photos from the Kardashians.

Solitude, which I both crave and detest.

I want you, Matt. I want everything. You kept me safe today, you'll keep me safe now.'
'Always. I promise, always.

Matthew Watkins At the first Thanksgiving, one of the bloodiest battles ensued when it was discovered that the deliveryman forgot to bring extra duck sauce. Finn Is God is, on this enchanted evening, in love with a wonderful guy. Julie Seagle Going to write a book called "Binge, Screw, Loathe." It will be about a hateful woman who travels across the US visiting all-you-can-eat brothels.

Julie marched over to Matt. She stood in front of him and crossed her arms. "Lift up your sweatshirt."
Matt rolled his eyes. "God, you really know how to turn a guy on."
Julie didn't budge. "If I was trying to turn you on, I could do better than that. Now, lift up your sweatshirt."
Matt looked up at her and tried to look serious. "Julie, I'm completely offended that you have so little faith in my honesty. I thought at this point in our friendship that you would at least - "
"Get up." Julie leaned over and shut his laptop. "Get up!" she said again.
"You're being ridiculous," Matt said laughing, but he stood up. "I trust you implicitly, and it wouldn't kill you to show me the same respect."
"Show me!"
Matt sidestepped the chair and took a few steps backward. "You have quite the attitude today. Suspicious and mean."
Julie took a step forward, causing Matt to continue backing away. "Lift up your shirt."
"Look, I appreciate an aggressive woman, but this is really getting weird."
Julie grabbed his sweatshirt by the waist cuff and lifted it up with one hand, as she pulled down his T-shirt with the other. Matt put his hands over hers, lightly protesting, but she refused to let go. "Aha!" She squinted at his shirt.
"OK, I don't even know what this is, but it's definitely geeky.

Julie sat back and laughed. "I don't know about that." She looked into Matt's eyes. "Even so, I love you." Matt smiled at her and winked. "I know.

I don't want closure. I don't want this to be done. not with you."
Esben moves to sit a bit closer and lowers his hand from the back of the couch, lightly grazing my shoulder with his fingers. "I like hearing that."
"But I'm very fragile. And I don't know how to do this. Whatever this is."
"I know you're fragile. I get that." His touch lingers against me. "You're also tougher than you think. You're fighting right now, and fighters aren't weak. But you don't have to fight alone.

I wasn't someone who needed an infant. It wasn't important to me to make bottles or see first steps or hear first words. Kindergarten, grade school....I didn't need to do any of that. I wanted to be a father, but being a father is about a lifetime of parenting, not just little-kid stuff.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here."
"Are you sure it's him?"
Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle in the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.

Justin stirred, smiling even before his eyes were open. "Well, hello. This person reaching up my shirt better be who I think it is, or I'm gonna freak out."
Celeste pulled her hand away quickly. "Sorry."
"Oh good, it is you," he murmured. "Why is there stopping? Why is there no more hand being all cute and awesome?

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

I need you," he begged. "You're everything I'm not.

We run through the remnants of our pain, and more importantly, we run for our present and for our future.
Together we kick heartbreak's ass.

Happy New Year, Matty." She turned off the television and rolled onto her side. "Matty, I have another question for you." "Uh-oh." "Are you a skilled lover?" "And that concludes our evening chat." "I bet I could be a skilled lover. I'm very energetic. And a quick learner.

I imagine that anyone who goes through trauma like I have wonders the same things I do: how God can exist and allow such awful things to happen. There are no reasons for my parents' death, and that's that.

You are who you are. Don't be ashamed of yourself. At all. Surround yourself with people who cheer you on.

Matt smirked. Well, it is interesting because lots of poems have mathematical imagery or structure. Concrete triangular poems and syllabic verse, for example. Did you know that we subconsciously track the sound properties in poetry?

Matt laughed. "Close. That was last year. This year it's Obsessive Deovtion to Fourier Analysis Theory and Applications. And my personal favorite, Quantum Physics II: Romantic Entanglements of Energy and Matter."
Julie turned her head to Matt. "You're a double major? Physics and math? Jesus ... "
"I know. Nerdy." He shrugged.
"No, I'm impressed. I'm just surprised your brains fit in your head."
"I was fitted with a specially desinged compression filter that allows excessive information to lie dormant until I need to access it. It's only the Beta version, so excuse any kinks that may appear. I really can't be held responsible.

I hope that someday they invent a car that runs on inappropriate thoughts

Julie Seagle: I would never in a million years go skydiving.
Finn is God: What if I took you?

But it was him, not God or any other ... illusory power ... who tore me away from that fire. I give credit where credit is due. One human being made a choice, he acted, and I owe him my life. No god killed my parents, nearly killed James, and spared me. I know that, and I can't go back and believe in things that I used to believe in.. or that I used to want to believe in. I don't know how much faith I had to lose that night, but whatever I have is gone now

Normal people can become very annoying if put in annoying situations.

He just wasn't the guy, you know? I want the guy. The everything guy. Not the dumb Prince Charming, nauseatingly-perfect everything guy. That's pathetic. I want the flaws-and-all everything guy.

Where in the goddamn hell are Blythe and Chris?"
...
"They're fucking in the shower! Thank you, Lord!"
Then her heels continue down the walkway while a collective round of applause echoes into the now-dark sky.
"Congratulations! But hurry it up, kids! Dinner is almost ready.

Matt took a deep breath. Something just happened between them. Julie felt something for him.
She did. He could tell even through this online world. Whether it was him or Finn didn't really
matter. It was a difference of names really, that's all.

At least I'm not a font nerd."
"A what?"
Matt smiled. "You know. People who love fonts. There are people who go to a movie and get agitated because, while the movie is supposed to be set in 1962, the restaurant awning shown in the background of some scene is printed in Arras Bold, which wasn't invented until 1991, so clearly the producers of the movie are insane and should be beheaded.

You didn't have time to prepare the rhyming good-bye poem done in the style of Dr. Seuss? I do not like to basket weave. / I do not like when Sabin leaves. / I do not like -

I'm not going to drown in what I can't change.

She'll need to see another goddamn place, then, because the roaches have unionized and put a stop to further negotiations regarding new tenants. Also, I think I smell a dead body.

Whatever you like, my fairest princess of duchesses of the queendom." "That doesn't make any sense." He raises an eyebrow. "Have we met?" I

I bet it's easy for you," Celeste said, as she examined her fingers and toes.
"What? Flirting?" "Yes." "Depends. There's flirting," Julie said, jokingly pushing her chest out, "and then there's flirting." She tapped the side of her temple. "It's the second one that's hard because you're putting more of yourself out there.

She looked into Matt's eyes. 'Even so, I love you.'
Matt smiled at her and winked. 'I know.'
Celeste and Julie both smacked him.
'This would be an appropriate time not to be a dork or a smartass,' Julie said.
Celeste popped her head into the front seat. 'Be the hero, Matty. Come on. You're supposed to be the hero now. The romantic lead.'
'I know that, too,' he said. Matt did not hesitate a moment longer. 'Julie, I love you. I absolutely love you.'
'Good,' Celeste said, satisfied. 'Now it's time to jump.

I touch a hand to Sabin's bicep and squeeze. "You're getting all beefy, Sabe."
"I'm quite sexy, you know. It's sickening how ripped I am. I don't know how any other dudes can stand to be around me because my macho manliness is too much to bear.

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

Julie crossed her arms. "I'm serious. Flat Finn can't possibly go to school with her, right?"
"He already went to Brandeis so, no, he doesn't need to repeat seventh grade. Although they did make him take a bunch of tests in order to qualify out. He barely passed the oral exams, though, because the instructors found him withholding and tight-lipped. It's a terribly biased system, but at least he passed and won't have to suffer through the school's annual reenactment of the first Thanksgiving. He has a pilgrim phobia."
"Funny. Really, what's the deal with Flat Finn?"
"After an unfortunate incident involving Wile E. Coyote and an anvil, Three Dimensional Finn had to change his name.

Dude, you need to appreciate how goddamn gifted you are. You're so smart that I don't understand what you're talking about half the time, and we all know how brilliant I am." Finn winked. "Matty, you're amazing.

What are we doing? What are you doing?"
"Loving you," he says simply. "If you'll let me."
"Always. God, always.

That's the thing about music. You get to make it mean whatever you need it to mean.

So that went well. Not that I should have expected better. Inebriated middle-of-the-night calls are sort of destined to fail.

You won't fall madly out-of-your-brains in love? Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone?

Finn was nowhere to be found online.

Sometimes when they were talking online, she got this strange vibe. As if she could actually sense him, that she knew what it was like to be with him in person.

My heart is a stupid asshole.

I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else. It's the way I take them OFF that makes me better than you.

Where is my human pillow? Where are my clothes? Why am I alone in this bed? Do I smell coffee? Do I have a headache because I drank too much tequila or because someone hit me over the head while I was sleeping when I got frisky?

I'm not letting my woman of salvation travel around the dangerous streets unaccompanied. #chivalryaintdeadbaby #sendhelp #sendshrimp #hashtagsgoneinsane #hashtagsdonotbelonginatext #whatever I'll pick you up at 7, okay?

He glanced at Flat Finn, who was positioned in one corner of the room, facing the wall. "What is Flat Finn doing? If he's urinating on the floor, you're cleaning it up."
...
"Is he in trouble? He has to stand in the corner and think about what he's done?

I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

It's smart to end relationships that are poisonous. It's a good thing. Sometimes you have to cut people out of your life to make things better. So you can move forward.

You have more strength than anyone should. All those years that you were alone? That you isolated yourself? You didn't have friends, you didn't have anyone to be close with, to talk with, or ... or play with. You were alone. That must have been painful, and yet you rallied anyway and kept going. It takes strength to stay apart from the crowd. You are brave, Celeste.

It doesn't matter that we live together, that I'm with him every single day. I have the same strong reaction, the same unyielding surge of love that rips through me, every time I see him.

Matthew Watkins: I need an afternoon pick-me-up. I accept cash and/or prizes that can be exchanged for cash. Also, hobbits.

I want to have sex. To be more accurate, I want to get fucked until I can't see straight.