Lindy Zart Quotes

Giving your heart to someone was like giving them unimaginable power over you.

That's what love is about – doing what's the best for the person you love even if it isn't what's best for you.

I'm going to go see if Graham needs first aid." Or mouth to mouth. It is my civic duty.

You are it for me. Understand? There's no one else. There won't ever be. There never really was. Just you. It's always been you.

The conversations were important; not the words spoken during them.

I'm messy and a slob and I like beer a little too much. I work long hours and I like to be outside more than inside. I'm restless and reckless, and yes, I admit, a pervert. Upon occasion. But I love you. I've never loved anyone like I love you, Sara. Never will. I want to be with you until I take my last breath, and even when I take my last breath, I want it to be next to you. Please. Redeem my selfish soul and make it better, make me better. Say you'll be my wife.

And isn't it weird that no one wants to change who they are, yet they aren't even trying to be themselves? Just a thought. We're all so focused on being somebody, and it's usually never the real us.

Your father ... isn't good with emotions." "Yeah. Figured that out a while ago." Like, when I was four and cried because our family cat died and he offered to have it stuffed as a means to make me feel better. It didn't.

She had realized something over the recent months: it didn't matter who you were or what you'd accomplished in life; none of that mattered when tragedy struck. You had no pull; no power. You had no choice. There was nothing to gamble with; nothing to do to put the odds in your favor. You were there and then you were gone, leaving those around you to realize how insignificant they all really were; leaving them to try to pick up the destroyed pieces.

I embrace me, exactly as I am, and the rest of the world can screw off.

Love was forever, love was not lost when a life was; love did not fall away or weaken a person. Love was strong and people were stronger because of it; love continued, in all forms, in every way, until the end of time and even after that.

Ooh-kaay. Moving on from odd reaction to completely innocent question.
Zart, Lindy (2014-09-04). Ordinary (Anything But Series Book 1) (p. 14). Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. Kindle Edition.

I wear embarrassing like a velvet coat of awesomeness.

I'm not saying I never cared, because when I was younger, yes, I cared. I cared too much and I was hurt because of it, but not anymore. In recent years, I embrace me, exactly as I am,

We always think we have more time and that is the wrong way to think, because time is something we never have enough of.

Each song had a story to tell, each song was a small, but significant tale.

Peanut butter is my favorite food."
Rivers looks at me for a long time, finally shaking his head. He moves to my side, reclining next tome. "Peanut butter is not food."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't know. A condiment. Like ketchup or mustard."
"Really, Rivers? Do you put peanut butter on a hamburger?"
"Do you eat it plain?" he shoots back.
"Yes."
"Okay, do most people eat it plain?

You'll have me for forever. No matter what, I'll still be in your heart. You know that. That's how I'll live. You'll live for me,

She throws away the inedible toast and looks at me, her blue eyes sad. "I'm a bad cook."

My first inclination is to say, "You're just realizing this now?", but I don't. Instead I shrug. "You're good at a lot of other things."

"I can't crochet either."

I purse my lips to keep from agreeing. "Well...you - "

"And I can't sing. I don't even remember the shade of my natural hair color and I've had this outfit since the eighties."

I glance at her red top and tan pants. Yeah. Those should really go - along with a lot of other things in the house. "You're sort of making it hard for me to make you feel better when you keep tossing all the things you aren't good at, at me." I brighten. "You can dance! You're a great dancer."

"I'm having a mid-life crisis."

"You're forty-six," I scoff. "You're too young for that. I mean, maybe in four years...

Part of living is accepting you do not control everything.

You know what is so appealing about you, in a twisted, messed up kind of way?"
"What's that?"
"You have no idea how tactless you are."
"Well. I have some idea," I grumble.

Maybe I'm a little callous, a little insensitive, a little self-centered, but hey, that's how I roll.

I'm competing, Kennedy," he breathes against my neck. "And I'm going to win."
Zart, Lindy (2014-11-20). Roomies (p. 154). Kindle Edition.

He so must have male PMS. And it really does exist 'cause I glanced at an article about it online once.

Their story isn't a fairytale, but that's okay, because fairytales are predictible, and sometimes boring.

You can't stand right next to a storm and expect not to get impacted by it.

I don't think there is a question as to whether or not I want you, because that is painfully blatant right now, but did I miss you? It was so much more than that. And do I need you? Yes. I need you. My heart needs you, Delilah.

Being an adult doesn't mean you're suddenly stuffy and boring - it just means you're a little more responsible, a little more considerate. Well, that's my definition of what being an adult means. And I'm always right, so, ya know, that's what it is.

If you get scared tonight, you can sleep with me. Or even if you don't.

Your crazy makes my crazy make sense."
"That makes absolutely no sense at all."
"Exactly."
"So ... you love me? Like, love me like you want me to have your babies."
I grin, knowing that'll spook him. He is exceptionally mature about it , only going a little white.
"Yeah. Like that. What about you?"
"I don't want you to have my babies. Men aren't cut out for that. Wimps."
Zart, Lindy (2014-11-20). Roomies (p. 212). Kindle Edition.

Don't act like I'm dying and you're not. I just have a better idea of when it's happening to me.

There's a difference between not caring about what others think, and not caring about yourself. Your problem is you don't even care about you. And if you don't care about yourself, how the hell is anyone else supposed to?

The bigger the star, the quicker it dies.

I totally pulled those words from my basket of awesomeness.

I'd rather be weird than a clone of everyone else.

If people care about you, they won't give up on you, no matter what you've done in the past or what you do in the future.

We aren't programmed that way. We're made to find hope in the most hopeless of places and in the people that seem the least likely to deserve it, because they really need it the most, and something in us knows that, at least subconsciously.

It's what makes us human. No one is unworthy. Not even you. If people want to have faith in you, let them. And really, you can't stop them. It's not up to you.

No one could control the length of their life, but they could control how they lived it.

Me, the girl with no friends, yet who has the heart that wants to save everyone.

It's never about how much you have-it's about how much what you have means to you.

even in a world of pain and ugliness, cruelty and loss, there are still amazing things to cling to, to tell us not to give up, not to lose hope, and continue on to another day. There is life in death, always.

Every day is a new day to be awesome.

You'll never heal if you don't face what hurts you.

My heart is breaking. My heart... my heart is Rivers, and it is breaking.

I think ... what you need to find is a way not to feel bad about living.

I feel like I've been swimming in the open ocean and now I'm exhausted and floating.

The duration of our mortality is spent having instances transform us, whether we want them to or not. We're molded into some form of us only to have another moment morph us into another variation of us. It is endless. When someone asks what made someone change, I always ask, What didn't?

Something remarkable can always be the result of something devastating, if you choose to find that one positive in a nest of negatives.

But what scares me the most about him is that he makes me want more - more of everything. More than this life, more than what I am promised, more than I can ever truly have.

I mean, I guess I don't really have you, but I feel like I do. I feel like when you smile at me ... my whole body feels it. I've never felt so much so soon for anyone. I don't want to lose this feeling. You woke my soul up and the rest of me followed.

When I was a child, I liked to create. I was told by many I was unique. I liked that word. I liked how it was spelled and I liked how it sounded on my lips. At a young age, I decided I wanted to be that. It helped that I had the right personality for it.

You know the saying that nothing can last forever? It's partly true. Feelings can stop, people can leave us, but regardless, a piece of them is always with us, in some way. Maybe it's in a song, or a forgotten note, a picture. Even when you no longer love someone or can't be with them, you still remember them, you still remember good parts of them, and you smile. Why worry about it lasting or not? Even if it doesn't, you'll still have a part of him. And he'll still have a part of you. And isn't that what's really important? Holding the best pieces of someone in our hearts so that the love never really fades, so that we don't forget that we once knew them, and they were special to us.

We're not done talking about this."
"Yes, we are, because in case you didn't notice, you just walked out, hence the ending of the conversation!"
He comes back to say, "It will be resumed at a later date."
"I'm calling in sick that day.

I'm deformed I can barely walk. I'm ugly to look at. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life? Sit at some desk job and talk to people over a phone?"
I jump to my feet and begin to clean off the table.
"I'm not done," he tells me.
"I think you need to go practice for your future career as a nobody. Go sit in your room and hold a phone in your hand or something.

People you love aren't defined by objects, but by the place they hold in your heart.

You know what works best when life sucks?"
"I'm sure you're about to tell me," she said dryly.
"Flipping it off and carrying on. You take your hand, like this." Liz raised her hand and fisted it. "And you lift that middle finger way up and you shake the shit out of it, right at the sky." She demonstrated, upper lip curled and fire in her eyes.

Don't blameme in the morning when you're irrevocably obsessed with me."
"I don't think I need to wait until morning for that to happen,

I saw you first, but you never saw me.Never have.Not even now

DEATH DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE.

You need to be yourself, but you also shouldn't feel like you have to fight everyone, even yourself, to be it.

That's the thing about 'what ifs'; they don't matter. They don't change anything. All they do is make it unable for you to heal.

A good thing about being so close to someone is that they know you so well. A bad thing about being so close to someone is that they know you so well.

He was talking. I tried not to think of how he looked and instead of what he was telling me. Once I accomplished that, my brain couldn't get past the 'running' part.
"I don't run." I walked the mile run at school. True story.
I abhorred any kind of physical exercise. I wasn't good at it. I was skinny, but I was soft; had absolutely no muscle mass at all. That's the way I liked it. Who was he to try to change that, change me? I wouldn't let him. No way, no how.
One half of his mouth lifted. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. "You do now. You have to be fit, you have to be strong, Taryn, if you're to stand any chance of surviving this. Come on, we'll start with stretching."
He forced me to twist my body into unimaginable positions. I even had to touch my toes. The agony. Luke took pleasure from my pain; even laughing as I moaned and groaned through it all.
Then, the worst came about. He. Made. Me. Run.

The sound of his stable, strong heart soothing. She let her eyes close, and though her heart was torn and possibly irreparable, like Lincoln's, with the two ruined pieces there was one whole heart.

Your obvious need for attention and melodramatic acting sort of trumped my disfigurement.

Only within the arms of nature, am I truly free.

Jack gave her a fierce look. "Your mother gave up the best thing she had in her life. I know you miss her, I know you're confused and have all sorts of questions for her. But you're better than her, Lola, you're better than all of this.

"She wronged you, not the other way around. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't deserve what happened to you. She's the one that needs to feel bad, not you.

"Sometimes there are no answers. You have to accept that. Maybe you'll never know what you think you need to know, but do you really need to know all the details, really? You know she wasn't there when you needed her, she still isn't here when you need her, but look around, Lola." Jack opened his arms wide. "You got me. You got your aunt. Jared. Sebastian. Rachel. Even Isabelle.

"You need to realize that and move on, as best you can. I had to realize that myself. When you let go of the pain and hurt and unanswered questions, Lola, then you'll be okay. You're safe now." Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're safe now. Remember that. Believe that.

I realize that sometimes we are our biggest critic, and that the person we have the hardest time gaining approval from is usually ourselves.

Something you want to tell me?"
"Um ... your scrub top's on inside out?"
"What?" He glances down. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I shrug. "It was funny.

I will have you; be it in a thunderstorm, a tornado, or even an earthquake. You shall be mine.

I think I would have missed you even if we'd never met.

You're saying one day I'll be a butterfly," he says skeptically. I look up. "I'm saying you've always been one.

I just, I don't know, put up so many invisible walls between us when I was younger that it seems impossible to tear them down now.

It is true that no one can save you, no one but yourself. And sometimes ... even you cannot save you, no matter how much you wish it was untrue. Sadly, some things are not meant to be saved.

I keep my distance because I've found that I am a better person when I have no one looking at me, making me feel like I need to prove something to them, like I need to show them I have worth.

Going to make the time we have together unforgettable. I'm going to fuse you to me, so that there is no way of knowing where the separation between you and me begins - or even if there is one. I'm going to fill this summer with us, so that when you look back on it, all you remember is me, and when I look back on it, all I remember is you. I'm going to put as much life into now as I can. Like you did for me. Now it's my turn.