Melissa Kantor Quotes

Apparently being Cinderella isn't so bad after all.

And suddenly I started to cry. Serious sobs, the kind where your stomach hurts and you can't breathe and there's snot running down your face. I was crying so hard I couldn't even mute the sounds I was making, and Luke put his hand on my back and I thought about how everyone would think that I was crying because of Stacy's fucking speech and I wanted to kill someone. I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could.

People never think things that are true are funny.

Life would be so much simpler if guys were like mood rings, and they changed color when they liked you.

After all, what did Prince Charming know about Cinderella besides her shoe size?

For years, every moment I wasn't dancing was a moment I was waiting to dance.

Nothing.
That's what happens to the stepmother in Cinderella.
Nothing.

There was no way that sentence was coming out of my mouth.

Sometimes it's hard to hear when we've done something wrong. But we can learn from our mistakes.

TEN BREAKUP COMMANDMENTS:
1. Move out
2. You cannot be friends
3. Do not process this break-up together
4. Do not bad mouth your ex to other people
5. Get rid of anything that reminds of him
6. Start and exercise regimen
7. Pursue an interest you could not have pursued while you and your ex were together
8. Take a vacation
9. Embrace Change
10. Go on a date

Looking back at that conversation, I can't help wondering: Did I know? Did I know what was coming, and did I think that as long as I wouldn't let Livvie say the words, they wouldn't be true?

Why take the risk? Surely somebody would invent a crystal ball to tell you whether or not a relationship would work out before it started.

It was strange how we could talk so much and say so little.

Apparently, he was too busy living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.

I realize that," said Ms. Daniels. "Unfortunately, hard work is not always enough.

Because if I have a wicked stepmother and two evil stepsisters, aren't I supposed to get a prince?

[W]hen I told my dad why I was calling, he just said, 'Honey, you're so beautiful it doesn't matter what you wear.' I wondered how many dads in America were, at that very moment, giving their daughters the same useless advice mine was giving me.

Tonight was a perfect illustration of why Cinderella and the Prince get married twenty-four hours after they meet. Because when you're living with your stepmother, there is no happily ever after.

You two look like salt and pepper shakers. That's what my mom use to say when we both had long hair. You're a couple of salt and pepper shakers. And now here I was, just a stupid lonely pepper shaker. What was the point of a pepper shaker without a salt shaker? I didn't even like pepper.

Time does not care how precious it is, how hard you are working not to squander it. Time passes.

There are some things you worry about. And then there are some things you don't worry about. You don't worry about them because they're too awful to contemplate worrying about.

What if in every breakup, the dumper gets to live happily ever after, while the dumpee gets a lifetime membership in the Bitter Book Club?

There is nothing that makes the unbearable bearable.

Why is it I can spend a dozen Friday nights staring at the peeling walls of my "room" without anyone in the family so much as poking a head down to see if I'm alive, while the one time I actually have plans (major plans, plans that necessitate extraordinary focus and massive preparation), my stepmother suddenly suggests we sing a duet of "Getting to Know You"?

I hate gender stereotypes like girls love princesses and boys like guns ... my point is that tying particular behaviors and interests to particular gender seems to be the major reason guys who like dance get called names.

Prince Charming was requesting my presence tonight.

If I was going to do something, I wanted to give my life over to it, to love it, to wake up in the morning for it like I had for dance.

Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again.

And then I thought that it wasn't fair that at seventeen you could make choices that you might regret for the rest of your life because you really had no idea what you were doing and the stakes were just too high.

I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could because she was never coming back. She had fallen off the face of the earth and she was never coming back.