Katie Alender Quotes

How could something taht made a person feel so safe be so BAD?

I felt a tightening in my chest, a sharp spike of intense sadness-almost like nostalgia, except it was for a life I never had.

I'm a giant pimple on the face of humanity.

some student who'd been caught putting bumper stickers that said 'Gas Guzzler' on every SUV in the parking lot.

And I thought chivalry was dead!" ...
"Maybe it is. I opened a door into her head.

That's the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren't. It's gotten so I don't know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I am, much less who I'm not?
My problem is that I don't even fit in with the misfits.
I don't fit anywhere.

Somehow suspension sounded way worse than detention. Detention happens to everybody. Suspension, though - that's for the sociopaths.
I wasn't a hundred percent sure I was ready to take that leap.

I'd always assumed Beth and I would be friends forever. But then in middle of the eighth grade, the Goldbergs went through the World's Nastiest Divorce.
Beth went a little nuts.
I don't blame her. When her dad got involved with this twenty-one year old dental hygienist, Beth got involved with the junk food aisle at the grocery store. She carried processed snack cakes the way toddlers carry teddy bears. She gained, like, twenty pounds, but I didn't think it was a big deal. I figured she'd get back to her usual weight once the shock wore off.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only person who noticed.
May 14 was 'Fun and Fit Day at Surry Middle School, so the gym was full of booths set up by local health clubs and doctors and dentists and sports leagues, all trying to entice us to not end up as couch potatoes. That part was fine. What wasn't fine was when the whole school sat down to watch the eighth-grade cheerleaders' program on physical fitness.

I know where they are.'
'Where?'
'Why should I tell you?'
'Because, if I don't have a suitcase, I can't go to Paris tomorrow, and then you're stuck with me for all of Spring Break instead of having a nine-day sister-free bonanza.'
'Good point.

Kissing was an extension of that, a celebration. A little party between us, amplifying our naive joy, our faith that the world was delighted to give us just what we wanted.

(Cinderella can't walk around her new castle covered in cinders, after all).

Loving this quote: Find the people who treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Tell everyone else to go to hell and don't look back.

As I went to stand up, I felt a tiny point of pressure on my back.
"Don't move," Kasey whispered.
I stayed bent over.
"Drop the knife," she said.
"Excuse me, I'm using it," I said.
She swallowed hard. "For what?"
"Mom and Dad. You."
The pressure on my back increased. "Drop it, Alexis."
Drop it? Like I was a bad dog running around with a sock in my mouth.
"How long will this take?" I asked, setting the knife on the floor. "I'm in the middle of something."
Get in the bathroom," she said.
The faster I indulged her, the faster it would be over with. So I walked into the bathroom. She followed, kicking the knife toward the end of the hallway and flipping on the bathroom light.
"What's this all about, Kasey?" I asked, turning around. At the sight of my face, she gasped, and the point of the fireplace poker she was holding wavered in her hands. I realized a second too late that I'd missed my chance to grab it and smash it into the side of her head.
"What's happening to you?" she whispered.
I glanced in the mirror. The darkness had begun to spread from my mouth and eyes. It leached out in inky puddles with thin tendrils of black snaking out in delicate feathery patterns.
What's happening to me? What was she talking about?
"So you have a pointy stick," I said. "Big deal. get out of my way."

"What are you going to do?" I sneered.

"Poke me?"
'I'll hit you, Lexi." Her face was s

Apparently when it's two people, it's quirky and funny, but when it's a person doing the same stuff on her own, it's rebellious and antisocial.

Oh." He sat in confused silence for a few seconds. "Can I ask you a very serious question?"
"I rather you didn't," I said.
He stared straight into my eyes. "If you were an animal, what animal would you be?"
WAIT, WHAT? "Wait, what?"
"It's a classic icebreaker."
"If I were an ANIMAL ... ?"
He faked a sigh and checked an imaginary watch. "Your inability to answer the question doesn't bode well for-"
"I refuse to answer that," I said. "On the grounds that it's probably the stupidest thing I've ever been asked."
He stared at me, frowning. "I hear your subconscious saying MONKEY.

I've been bad.
I've been good.
Weak and Strong.
Brave and afraid.
A hero and a killer.

You can leave a door open for your 'friends,' but the truth is anybody can come in through that open door. And how do you know these friends are who they say they are, anyway?

AAAAAANNND LOOK OVER here," Hannah said. "Another dead person. What a shock.

I thought about checking for a pulse, but decided that could wait. I kicked the knife so it slid under the heavy cabinet

I've worked hard, very hard, to get where I am. And you will have to work hard too. But when you do the work, you will see the results.

Everyone lies, and there are no consequences. It's like a magical fairyland!

Everyone has moments of weakness. But that doesn't make you weak.

Stay sunny, we said to each other.
Because if you don't the whole world will know you're a monster.

Just say something real. Everyone just always tries so hard, and it all comes out the same. I just want someone to say something real.

How could something that made a person feel so safe be so BAD?

This is the kind of dream you don't wake up from, Henry.

And my dreams felt as real as a memory

I longed to be wrapped in his arms again, pour my troubles, make everything feel okay, even if it wasn't

Hmmph. Young Republicans have weird senses of humor.

Maybe it's human nature to be drawn to the things that have hurt us the most.