Lisa Schroeder Quotes

If anything,
he sparked
a fire
inside of me,
making me want to live again.

I hate this. Will the darkness ever fade?
Will I ever see light again?
Is it light where you are?

The more you can share,
the less lost you feel.

See that's exactly why I don't want a dog." "Why?" "Because it'll just die." "Everybody dies, Brooklyn." Like that makes it okay or something.

Anticipation is the best
alarm there is, and it shook
me awake before
my phone even had the chance.

Nothing makes much sense, does it?" she asks. "I mean, really, what do we know for sure except that right now, in this moment, we're standing here, breathing? The rest, who knows? Let's stop asking questions. Let's just stop trying to figure out everything and simply be happy we're here. What do you say?

I like
the memories
because they remind me
I haven't always been
this girl,
constantly
mad or scared
or confused.

People always say
chocolate makes
everything better.
I say friends make everything better.

I know she fought
She fought hard
but she didn't win

I see you.

Because in you,
I see me.

I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.

Food brings people together. All over the world, people gather together and eat. In America, churches have potlucks and neighborhoods have barbecues. I like that about America. - IB My

And what I think is that
when you're completely alone
and deep inside yourself
with feelings no one else can understand,
there really aren't a hundred places to go.
It's like if I woke up one day
and looked outside
and saw purple trees
and red grass and green dogs,
is there anyone I could tell who would understand?
No.
There'd be no one.
It's exactly like that.
He saw purple trees
and red grass and green dogs
while no one else did.

And maybe,
he just got tired
of seeing them.

Find the gift in the little things.

I don't want to worry
I don't want to be sad
I have so much to be happy about

She trusted him.
She had faith in him.
And he left her forever.
Something tells me she's not forgetting that anytime soon.

I'm in a castle
standing in a tower,
looking down through a window
at the beautiful garden,
the sun setting in the distance.
The beauty in the moment
brings tears to my eyes.
Sky blue pink,
the backdrop for
roses in ever color
blooming in the garden.

Come with me,' Mom says.
To the library.
Books and summertime
go together.

I grab
a small container
of glitter.
Because this day,
this wonderful,
beautiful,
glorious day
just wouldn't be complete
without a little,
or a lot, of
g i t r
l t e

Dare: a challenge to do something dangerous or foolhardy.
I dare you.
Three stupid words.

Best friends are together through it all. Like soil & roots. One needing the other through chilling winters, scorching summers, through hailstorms & lightning Strikes. They weather it together.

When you meet someone
so different from yourself,
in a good way,
you don't even have to kiss
to have fireworks go off.

Love doesn't tell time. - Brooklyn

What's your favorite movie? ... that should be our question. When we don't know what to say. Movies are a safe topic. What's wrong with the standard 'how's it going?' because all you get is 'Okay' or 'Fine', and then what? You're back where you started. It's a useless question. Like anyone is going to tell you how it's really going.

My reflection tells one story.
My heart, a different one.
The difference is,
hearts don't lie.
Mirrors do.

We don't talk. We just swing. There is comfort in the act of swinging. True, unexpected comfort.

Joy, not sorrow.
Laughter, not tears.
Life, not death.
Love, not blame.

Circumstances shape who we are and who we become. I believe that. But I also believe we have choices. There are always choices.

When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.

It makes no sense. Please, help me. I need it to make sense.

My heart breaks.
Also not the first time.
I long to go after him.
To find him
and hold him
and kiss him
in the loveliest of gardens.

Some mornings,
it's hard to get
out of bed.
Sleep lures you
like a stranger
with a piece of candy.
Follow me.
It will be okay.
I promise.
You know better,
but still you follow,
because you really do
love candy.

Doughnuts
Music
Love
It doesn't get
any better
than this

I'll wait for you at the finish line.

He was a character.
A character who should still be here.
Damn it all to hell.
He should still be here.

In the quiet of the night,
Brooklyn baby tucked in tight.
Close your eyes, everything's all right.
Dreams will take you to the light.
Like a star, you're lovely and bright.
So sleep baby girl, sleep all night.

Life is so freaking hard. How do people do it? How do people get up every day and deal with the shit? It really makes you understand why there are so many messed-up people in the world. I mean, it's tough, trying to deal with demands coming at you from all sides.

We have a lot of questions, and we
want to understand.
Music helps with that .
Music helps with everything.

I think fear is normal, Cade. Just don't let it win.

One outer
paddles around
on his back,
spinning a blue ball
on his tummy.

I could watch them
for hours.

Because they get it.

They get that
life is short and
you should just
forget the crap
and have fun.

Everything's always changing.
Nothing stays the same.
Yesterday's gone forever,
I've got memories and my name.

Ill lose myself in the pain. It might not make sense. But it works.

Honey, no matter where you are, I'm with you.
When the breeze brushes your cheek, that's me.
When the stars sparkle and shine, that's me.
When the tulips bloom in the spring, that's me.
The little things.
She's there,
in the little things.

It's hard to be happy in the now when you can't stop worrying about the future. What I want is to trust that everything will work out. To believe with all my heart that I'll end up where I belong.

Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.

Yellow daises tell me Brooklyn's been here.
His flower girl.
I brought nothing.
Just myself.
How fitting.
Seems like that's all I've got anymore.

He reaches over for my hand. Holds it there, on my leg. My heart skips a beat, and I gave his hand a little squeeze as I put all of my carefully selected words away.

Oftentimes
when I read a book,
I want to savor
each word,
each phrase,
each page,
loving the prose
so much,
I don't want it
to end.

Other times
the story pulls me in,
and I can hardly
read fast enough,
the details flying by,
some of them lost
because all that matters
is making sure
the character
is all right
when it's over.

Don't get your hopes up.
I needed someone today.
Darkness said you'd do.

Your parents may have created you, but they don't define you.

But repaying a debt
means giving up things.
Making sacrifices.
If I sacrifice my heart
for Jackson,
will I be dead
too?

I peel
hiss tense fingers
on his right hand
away from
the steering wheel,
one
two
three
four
five.
With each finger,
the scowl
diappears
a little more. when i place
his hand on
my leg
and gently
caress it, he smiles.
That's better.

I look at him and realize, maybe I overreacted. Maybe more than once.

Then she said good night and headed to her room.

Hidden, there,
behind the face
of a beautiful boy,
I see you.
The real you.

Thank you for a lullaby last night.
Thank you for the boy who sang it.

Music
can change the
mood in a
drumbeat.

One picture will have to be enough.
Just like
one day
will have to be
enough.

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.
Having a ghost boyfriend
WAS
weird

Let the day
reveal itself to me
in its own time,
in its own way.
I am yours, Today.
I am yours

The past is the past. It's gone, you know? It doesn't matter anymore. All we have is now. Right now.

After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.

Cling tightly to hope, just as you have in the past, my dear. Evil can't rule forever. I truly believe that.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU

When I hold a rose,
I see the soft, velvety petals
and smile, because
tucked between
those precious petals
is a special gift -
the one of a fragrance,
pure and sweet.
When you hold a rose,
you see the thorns
along the stem,
and you frown
because those thorns
can bring you pain
and cause you to bleed.
I see the gift.
You see the tragedy.
More and more
I fear that one of these days
someone will hand me a rose
and all I will see
are thorns.
Talk about tragedy.

In that moment i realize a circle of love is ten times better than a procession of sorrys.

Who do I get the feeling
this boy is
lost at sea?
Just like me?

Wonderland is here now.
Don't know what we might see.
Yesterday's gone forever.
But my future's up to me.
What a future it will be ... .

How many days was I like that? Pretending to listen, but not hearing a word? Pretending to care when I hated it all? Pretending to live when I was dying inside?

Absence makes the heart grow desperate.

Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He's holding the pole, and I'm the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?

Music is so personal.

He lived.
He made it.
A second chance,
given to one
and not the other.
And this?
This is what he did with it?

Sometimes life is a feast with eggs Benedict & hollandaise sauce, waffles & strawberries, sausage links & hashed brown potatoes. And sometimes life is scrambled eggs. In the end, your stomach gets full all the same. And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate.

If you consistently say thanks, being grateful is easy.

Okay.
I will go.
But only if
you will give me
your guilt
to take
with me.

Holes in my heart
Yeah.
That was about right

I'm glad for the rain...It's good camouflage.

I journeyed to a place where it's always raining cupcakes. I didn't need a passport, but I met a lot of interesting people and experienced new things. Even though the trip was a little bumpy, I got there just fine.

Lunch can wait. Everything can wait. Time to run.

Right and wrong
Black and white
And many shades
Of gray
I want color in my life
Color in my dreams.

Let us live so we can love.

Heads: This girl
Tails: That girl

There is something so comforting, so soothing about a mug of hot chocolate. No matter how old I am, I think chocolat chaud will always have the ability to take me back to special times, when all of the world's problems seemed to melt away by consuming one simple beverage.

I've heard walking down a busy sidewalk in New York is like swimming in a sea of people. I love to swim and I love people, so of course I would love New York! -

Its like i was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta.
Alone we were good.
Together we were fantastic.

It brings me
back to the moment,
and I want to live
the moment with everything I've got.

I've realized therapy is incredibly therapeutic.

He is
better than warm fall colors
better than beautiful music
better than doughnuts and coffee

Is being a jerk one of the five stages of grief?

Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.

The stars are duller than an old pocket knife, they used to sparkle like five-carat diamonds.

Life is the bad
with all the good.
The deadly sharks
with the beautiful sea stars.
The gigantic waves
with the sand castles.
The licorice
with the lemon and lime.
The loud lyrics
with the rhythm of the music.
The liver disease
with the love of a father and son.
It's life.
Sweet, beautiful,
wind on your face,
air in your lungs,
kisses on your lips.
life.

I know. You can be fine, and then,
out of nowhere,
a memory blindsides you.

Motion is always preferable
to stagnation.
When you move,
things happen.
You're alive
Stay still too long,
And it´s hard to get moving again.

That's my girl.
Live a good life, Ava.

Sometimes, love is loud.
sometimes, love is quiet.
Always, love is my mom.

Was it hard?" I ask.
Letting go?"
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.

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One time Mom told me the people
you can be quiet with
are the ones
you are the most comfortable with.

I see
red, burning love
disappear
forever.

I want him to live," he says.
I watch,
helpless,
as the pain slips out.
Tears fall
when he whispers,
"But damn it, I want to live, too.