Kim Holden Quotes

I've always been pretty good at accepting the whole of someone, the good with the bad. I see it all, but try not to let it cloud my judgement. People are complicated. Life is complicated.

Don't cry for me. When you think of me, be happy.

I want that someday, bone-jarringly beautiful.

Idleness and complacency lead to mediocrity.

There's this great big world out there where women are valued for more than their vaginas," she

You've been friends with a guy your entire life?"
"Sure. What's so weird about that?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but if I had a best friend that looked like you, I'd have a hard time keeping it friendly.

It always drifts to Scout. I need her. And it's not needy need. Not need that makes my heart ache. It's need that makes me whole. It's need that makes me not only remember who I am, but makes me want to be more. To do more. For me. For her. For us. It's a need that's liberating, because I have no doubt whenever and wherever that need arises, she's there for me. Like

Because everyone deserves love. A hug is a display of love that begins on the physical end of the spectrum but bleeds into the emotional end of the spectrum if you let it, if you give into it. It's the most innocent, pure form of physical human connection there is. It only takes two willing people, who don't even have to know each other, to participate. Two willing people who want that exchange. It's so easy, but there are people who never get them. People who never get them,

I've learned that lying when my well-being is concerned is easier than trying to navigate the truth. Nobody wants to hear, I'm not good. That just makes everything uncomfortable and then the fact that I'm not good would need to be addressed or ignored. Either option makes people squirm, so I lie. I'm good. I'm always good. Deep down I'm so scared I want to cry,

You give me courage I never knew I had.

Sometimes the future is overrated.

I need to know why I'm supposed to go through the rest of my life without being able to talk to her. Hug her. Hear her laugh. Watch the sunset with her. Watch her play her violin. Kiss her forehead. Tell her I love her. Hear her say it back. Why? Why?!

I knew I wasn't alone. I haven't written like that since Bright Side was around. I always feel her in my heart these days, because that's where she lives. I walk around with her inside me every day. And it doesn't hurt anymore. But the presence I felt tonight wasn't internal. It was physical. Tangible. Like someone was in the room with me, feeding me. Little did I know, she was just on the other side of the door. Filling my soul.

Maybe it's the alcohol in my system muddying it up, but I feel bad for her. It's overwhelming pity; that downgrades hate to dislike, with disclaimers that ward off lifting the veil to allow forgiveness in. Damn her;

And for the first time, Gus's tattoo makes sense. Because this ... everything I see ... everything I hear ... everything I feel ... it's epic. Gus. Rook. They do epic.

SOMETIMES, WHEN SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS HAPPENING, I TRY MY DAMNEDEST TO CONCENTRATE ON THE MOST INCONSEQUENTIAL, UNRELATED DETAIL READILY AVAILABLE TO ME. A DETAIL THAT, IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS, HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SITUATION AT HAND.

Your character, your heart, your essence, that's what's important, because that's the real you. All the rest, our looks, the material stuff? It's

Leave it to Bright Side to haunt me from the grave - and instead of it being creepy, it's sunshine and rainbows and fucking unicorns.

I never thought being with someone would feel this right. But it does. It does. It's my fairy tale and even though it's going to be short and have a terrible ending, it's still mine.

It's orange down low near the horizon, and pink on top, like the sky's blushing as it forces out the sun.

people excel in the art of hugging. They somehow manage to hug you with their whole being, not just their arms. Their warmth surrounds every inch of you. It makes you feel cherished and comforted. Keller

But I love giving out compliments, not kiss-ass, brown nose, I-just-want-to-make-you-feel-good compliments, but genuine, no bullshit, I-mean-it-because-I-feel-it-in-my-heart compliments.

Hiding is how she functions. I wish she wouldn't hide, but I'm in no position to judge. I've been hiding from myself for months.

With whipped cream on top. And goddamn sprinkles. I discovered I don't like sharing my pie, especially with whipped cream and sprinkles. Because once it's gone, it's gone. And then I have to bake a new pie. A new me. Sonofabitch. Nothing scares me more than change, evolution.

You're new motto is this: do epic.

What is it about coffee? It's the perfect beverage. It warms me, body and soul. And it makes me insanely happy.

Romy Madley Croft from the xx. Number two: Alison Moyet from Yaz. And number three: Johnette Napolitanos from Concrete Blonde.

I need you to kiss me." I've never heard that voice come from between her lips - it's lust. And it makes me envy every guy whose ears it ever fell upon before mine.

You can chase away the morning, the end, by killing the sun.

I've learned that to love means giving everything, body and soul, and expecting nothing in return. The beautiful thing is that if you're loved in return, it will all come back to you ten-fold.

He knows what an unbelievably beautiful circumstance he could be in with you,

I would've missed out on some of the best moments of my life if I weren't spontaneous. Honestly, I try not to think about the future too much. I'm a huge fan of the present.

Kids are excellent judges of character. Instincts are sharp before the cynicism of time decays them to the point they're null and void, useless to most adults. Or maybe we're just good at ignoring them the older we get. When

My heart really likes your heart.

think I just fell in love with butterflies.

Life's most important questions
Should always be written in ALL CAPS

That's what life is, it's fucking trying. You don't get a medal for it. It's expected, as a member of the human race, that you try.

you go make life happen.

I love you more than you could possibly imagine."
"My imagination is endless,"
"Good. So is my love.

Sadness is melancholy. Depression is a black hole of despair. I always imagine it's like drowning. There are short bursts of fresh air, like Alice, but the past, the hopelessness, the guilt, and self-loathing is a pair of lead shoes that always pull me back under.

blooms in second chances.

Every day when I wake up, I remind myself that the present is possibility, and the past is a lesson.

I didn't know it then, but that was a mistake. The culmination of many, many mistakes.

Oh, fuck it. Yes, I'm in love with her. I honestly can't remember a time that I wasn't.

I don't know about you, but this connection we have, this attraction, it doesn't come along everyday. It's been years ... years since I felt this way. Honestly, I never thought I'd feel it again. Does it scare me? Hell yes. Can I predict the future? Nope. But know this, I would never, ever in a million years, hurt you. I'd be in it one hundred percent. At some point in your life, you have to trust someone.

It's not about living them when it's easy and convenient; it's about loving them even more when it's hard.

I'm not saying you shouldn't pursue dreams and goals. Just don't forsake the present for the unknowns of the future. A lot of happiness is bypassed, overlooked, postponed to a time years from now that may never come. Don't bide your time and miss out on this moment for a tomorrow with no guarantee.

You do epic like no one else.

We all stripped to survive, it's only the what we were surviving part that was different.

Today, my life is awesome.
I don't want to think about tomorrow.
Or the day after that.
So I repeat to myself: Today, my life is awesome.

In my fairy tale, another year and a half has passed. I'm graduating with my English degree. And I ask you to marry me. What would you say?"
"Would you get down on one knee?"
"Absolutely."
"I would say yes. Hell yes.

Genetics doesn't ensure love, or even like, time and effort do.

And that's when I realized that being attracted to someone happens at a visceral level. It happens when you see and feel the other person's heart and your heart twinges in your chest in reaction.

I know that you're sad right now. Grieve, but don't hold onto it. Grief smothers out life. Let it go. Remember me and be happy. You have an incredible life ahead of you. Make the most of every minute. Starting right now.

We meet a lot of people along this journey. Some of them are sonsabitches and some are special. When you find the special ones you don't take a moment for granted, because you never know when your time with them is gonna be up.

Just when you think you know someone, they change. Or you change. Or maybe you both change. And that changes everything.

Seamus can't be the king to my queen. Because he's a saint. And no one measures up to a saint.

Maybe it's about opening up your definition of family to include friends, too. Because friends are the family you choose.

My mind and creativity comes with me wherever I go." She looks pointedly at me. "My heart, on the other hand, goes wherever you go. I don't fancy being separated from it or you.

I'm at the point where I just ... don't. I know that doesn't make any fucking sense, but it's how I feel. I don't.

I'm at the tipping point of a transformation that began months ago, an intentional decision put in motion. And it feels so fucking good. I've come to the full realization that my happiness, my life, falls squarely on my shoulders. No one's gonna do it for it me. I'm the one who makes it or breaks it. It's a choice. A choice that demands action in exchange for reward. Idleness and complacency lead to mediocrity. Sometimes action is really fucking hard fought, but that's when the payoff's the highest. That's when great things happen. Not good things ... but epic things. And I've fallen in love with epic. It's the only way to live.

Denial can be beautiful
But only when you're a fantastic liar

You can never underestimate the power of a good push-up bra, my friend.

Is this blackmail or bribery?"
"Neither. It's insurance."
"Insurance?"
"Yeah. That's twelve cups of coffee. Twelve trips to Grounds. Twelve chances to see you.

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And when his big arms wrap around me, I realize in this moment that I've never really been hugged. This is a hug. This is what human contact is supposed to feel like. It's supposed to feel ... human. Distilled until it's nothing but one human being transferring support to another human being in the form of touch that's unselfish and pure in intention.

Sometimes you meet people and you know the meeting wasn't chance. That they need you or you need them, sometimes both.

You deserve someone who takes you out on real dates. Someone who buys you flowers and shit. Because if there's anyone in this world who's capable of insane amounts of love and who deserves to be loved that way in return, it's you.

Whoever said cotton panties aren't sexy hasn't seen Bright Side in a pair of them.

Thank you, God. Pete seems way uptight, but he doesn't seem like a hateful ass clown. Many thanks. Over and out.

I make an effort to survive my own self-destruction.

Fuck it. I am who I am. Nobody's perfect.

Love is strange when you think about it. It comes out of nowhere. There's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be beautiful, because they fuel love. I'm

But what Kate and Grace," he looks pointedly at me to make sure he has my attention, "and you, my boy, have taught me over the years is that I am the student, not the teacher. The three of you young people are the most sincere, passionate human beings I've ever met. The care you put into your friendships is unsurpassed.

His heart's been tucked away for eighteen years, so when he takes it out of his pocket and offers to share it with you, don't treat it like some shiny new toy that will only be forgotten when you're done playing with it. And don't take more than your share unless you're willing to trade your own for it.

Some people skim life and some people read so closely they see the things others don't. That's where the beauty lies, in between the lines, in the details. The story within the story.

So much more than thank you.

Do you know what it's like to be blessed with someone so special, to love them so much it hurts, and then have them taken from you forever?

I just wanted someone to love me. But more than that, I want someone to love. I want reciprocation. I want connection.

I want you to fuck me like you have a goddamn point to prove and you never, ever want me to forget it.

Tears and Smiles <3 Mrs. Randolph
Quite the character!!!
"Here's the thing about life, boy. We meet a lot of people along this journey. Some of them are sonsabitches and some are special. When you find the special ones you don't take a moment for granted, because you never know when your time with them is gonna be up. I got over fifty years with my Fritz. Fifty wonderful years. When he died, I was lost for a few months. I lost my fire. But then I realized that life's short and I had a choice to make. I could keep bein' miserable, or I could go find joy and live again." She's squeezing even harder now. "If you only listen to one thing this crazy old lady tells you, I hope it's this: ain't nobody gonna stoke your fire but you, boy." She looks at me hard with her grey, cloudy eyes. "You go make life happen.

We all have to fight to make the most of the life we're given.

She knows I love the dude. She's trying to butter me up - both sides, front and back, top to bottom. It's working.

I love you more
And even more than that

Nothing goes better with crackers and PB than grape juice.

Because that's what parents do, without even thinking about it, that's what parents do. They fill their children with love and understanding and compassion and knowledge so that when they're adults no one can extinguish them. They'll burn so bright they can't be brought down.

Kate Sedgwick. That name holds so much power over me. The best kind of power: inspiring, encouraging, and respectable. It's a name that I've always associated with badass bravery. It's a name that always meant anything was possible. It's a name that was love and goodness and kindness.

I have too much doubt. It's the bastard child of fear. I hate fear. So doubt sidles up next to determination in my heart. It doesn't outweigh it. They coexist.

After we go through the Starbucks drive-thru and spend approximately two hundred dollars on four cups of coffee, we head to the studio.

You only get one chance at this circus called life. Don't sit in the crowd watchin' it happen. You jump right in and be the ringleader. That's where you find your fire.

Ask one hundred people to explain love. And you'll get one hundred different answers. Because love is like art, it's subjective. Fluid. Ever-changing. Evolving. Case

Fairy tales are even better when they're real

For me, I can't understand something unless I've experienced it and I tend to be very judgmental by nature. But, it's very telling when you see the world from the other side of the lens because it opens the door to self-discovery. Perspective changes everything. I prefer empathy to sympathy if I have a choice. That's where the research comes in. I've packed a lot of life into the past few years trying to understand people and situations. Trying to make sense of my life. I have a lot to work through. My past is something that requires introspection and forgiveness. And that takes time. Research. When I feel like I've learned something about myself and grown as a person, I move on to the next journey. Hopefully with new perspective.

I feel like I've been asleep for years and I've only just woken up.

SOME PEOPLE EXCEL IN THE ART OF HUGGING. THEY SOMEHOW MANAGE TO HUG YOU WITH THEIR WHOLE BEING, NOT JUST THEIR ARMS. THEIR WARMTH SURROUNDS EVERY INCH OF YOU. IT MAKES YOU FEEL CHERISHED AND COMFORTED.

. Temptation leads down a path of destruction

Why is it that when a woman has bruises, especially on her face, people assume they were put there through domestic violence? I'm guilty of jumping to the same conclusions myself. It's a societal assumption, unfortunately born out of too frequent reality.

Sometimes life isn't that easy, Benito." "And sometimes, it isn't that hard.

She's my other half. Like for the first time in my life, I know what being unquestionably whole feels like. And I realize that the notion that my heart beats for me alone is a lie. It beats for us.

I throw my fist in the air. I'm gonna live the motherfucking Grant College Experience!

Her heart. It rules her. Every action, every smile, every word, every touch, is driven by it. Do you have any idea what it's like to be on the receiving end of that?