Katrina Leno Quotes

I don't want to kill myself.
It's just that sometimes I can't understand anything and sometimes it feels like the weight of the universe settles itself on my shoulders and I can't see the reason for anything. I don't want to die, really, but I don't particularly want to live.

Sometimes I wish I could slip away while I sleep. Wake up some place better. Some place quieter.

But I don't believe in heaven so I'm not sure where that place would be.

You can't decide how much you
love people. It just happens. If you have to think about it, then it's not really real.

We live in this really weird world where female celebrities can be photographed without underwear on and instead of making it illegal to publish explicit photos of a person without their express permission or, you know, shaming the person who's shoving a camera up their skirt, we call them sluts for accidentally spreading their legs when they get out of their car.

You understand that this pain is endless. And that in and of itself is a kind of comfort, because you have found your own eternity. - From the essay "How to say good-bye" by Abraham Reeves.

Buy yourself some books, Lottie. They help with everything. Books can make you live a thousand lifetimes, a thousand different lives. Books make you immortal.

Because there was nothing in a girl's history that might negate her right to choose what happens to her body.

It is one thing to crawl into bed after a normal day, but it is another thing to crawl into bed after an adventure - that's the best kind of sleep, the still-excited, still-buzzing kind of sleep where dreams blur into reality and it's almost like the sleeping and waking worlds blur and become one.

The distance between two things so phenomenally far apart from each other crossed at the slowest possible rate... We were seeking our own light, and we had just found it.

On the island of By-the-Sea you could always smell two things: salt and magic.

The people we love get under our skin and crawl through our veins and fine their way into our heart. They choke up our blood flow and mess up our breathing and tangle themselves through our bodies like wire. Like razors, like fire.
We remember them even when we don't remember them.
We try and forget, but it's pointless.
Even amnesia. Even comas and brain damage and traumatic shock.
Whatever makes us not remember, we still remember.
Our minds flounder like fish but our bodies...
Our bodies remember.

Have you every had one of those days where you keep repeating in your head: This is important. Remember this. Remember all of this.

Things in my life had a tendency to be there one minute, gone the next.

Are you happy at all?" she asked tentatively.
"Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be happy?"
"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes you just find reasons not to be.

What more could I want?" I said. But I think we both knew the answer to that question was: Lots lots lots lots lots.

I'll have to build a widow's walk," she said, and then she looked at Aggie and smiled so Aggie knew that she could smile, too, that the rest of their lives wouldn't be all sadness and loss.