Kelsey Sutton Quotes

Everyone has a purpose. There are those who are unfortunate enough not to know what that purpose is, and there are those that are bound by it, thrive in it, know nothing else.

And I wonder
if my family knows
that when we're not careful
not quick enough
things will fall to rot and ruin
so far
so badly
they can't be saved

You can't love him," he whispers. "I've waited so long. Why the boy? Why is it he that pounded a hole through the wall?

There's no point, I want to shout back. Let me go.
But that's what love is; holding on and holding tight no matter what. Through death, through pain, through everything. There's a part of me that wants to turn back and be worthy of it.
I'm standing on the edge of that bridge, though, and I'm tilting forward. Falling. There is no turning back.

Life. It's a funny thing. Some want it, some throw it away. Some cling, some have it stolen from them. It's terrifying ... which is maybe why I was drawn to Fear in the first place.

Your terror tastes just as I imagined, Elizabeth, Fear whispers into my ear.

You asked me once if I ever get tired of being who I am," he reminds me. "And the answer is this: only when I have to leave you.

I just wanted to go to ... some quiet place. To forget. To be someone else.

It just wasn't supposed to end like this." She looks at me with red-rimmed eyes and yellow skin. Colors should be a good thing, but now, they're marks, omens of bad tidings. "I was supposed to grow up, go to college, get a job," she continues in that gut-clenching croak. "Meet my dream guy, marry, have k-kids. You were going to live next door and we would grow old in the same nursing home. Chuck oatmeal at each other and watch soap operas all day in our rocking chairs. That was my daydream. My perfect life. I don't want to keep asking myself why until the end, but ... " A lone tear trails down her sunken cheek. This time I don't reach out to wipe the water away; I let it go. Down, down, until it drips off the side of her jaw. This is humanity. This is life and death in one room.

Where there should be remorse, regret, longing, grief, there is, of course, only me. The black hole, the white canvas, the empty room.

My senses are consumed by their chatter, the sound of sneakers on the floor, laughter. These people are always in motion, always full of a life I lack, no matter how much I pretend.

Humans are cruel.

The boy from New Orleans laughs and says,
"Tell me anything."

I smile
and tell him everything.

I keep staring, and I wonder why we push people away. There are a thousands reasons, really, but I think the biggest one - the most important one - is if we don't, they get close. And then they can see.

The most painful emotions are better than none at all. Ironically, we make you human.

I may have humored you in the past, but I'm done pretending. From now on, please accept that this is what I am.

I laugh, a sound that he cuts short with a kiss that tastes like strawberries and terror.

Maggie faces me, forcing herself to smile again. It looks unnatural, as if that smile wants to shrivel and crawl away to a dark corner to weep.

I can't help comparing [Courage], over and over, to his brother. Fear has a bright façade and dark insides; his horror and windy recklessness that carries millions over the plains with no hopes of ever stopping. And Courage… he's dark on the outside but carries a light within; he's calm and encouraging and his very breath is a soothing dash of water on a hot, hot day.

Then she stretches her legs
toward the ceiling,
aiming for the sky
My sister doesn't know
that I've already been there

People are so complex. They want to hear the truth, but they want you to lie to them.

In the end it wasn't death or terror that shattered them. It was someone else's love. How poetic.