Morgan Matson Quotes

Tomorrow will be better."
"But what if it's not?" I asked.
"Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.

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I loved the idea that people could discover things. That you could be the person to see something first. Or see something that nobody else had been able to.

Then, completely unbidden, a series of images flashed through my mind. Roger drumming on the steering wheel. Roger sleeping next to me in bed, the blanket falling of his shoulder. Watching me carefully as we drove through a rain-soaked Kansas night, asking me to talk to him. Offering me the last french fry.

I looked up at him, and a thought passed through my brain before I could stop or analyze it. It's you - of course it is. There you are. And

I knew I had no right to feel mad about this, but even so, I had to fight back the tears that were threatening to escape-for what Frank and I had had, and for what we would never have, and for what I'd broken.

It was like seeing the slides at the optometrist, when you didn't even realize how blurry something was until you got to see the clearer version, and you could see what had been obscured before.

I saw the statue completely different now. I'd decided that he wasn't pointing to anything or anyone. Now all I could see was that he was reaching out his hand to someone. For me that explained the expression on his face that I'd never quite been able to understand before.

He was hopeful and nervous and scared and a little bit proud of himself for doing it - extending his hand to someone, not knowing if they'd take it. This was, I had realized, one of the scariest things of all, requiring much more courage than sailing across an ocean and landing on an unknown shore

At least that's what I saw. Clark and Tom's new theory was that he was a time traveler who'd somehow been transported to the past and was just trying to hail a cab.

Because believing you're not alone is the cruelest trick of all.

You get up, you dress up, you show up. And usually have a pretty good time by the end of it.

There weren't enough tears to cry.

It was a kiss that was both familiar and brand-new, making me remember a kiss from five years ago, and making me feel like I'd never been kissed before in my life.

You've got to have pride in your home. You are where you're from. Otherwise, you're always going to be lost.

I started really crying, letting out everything I'd been holding tightly inside. I was relieved, but mostly I was just sad. Sad that I'd been holding on to this when I didn't have to.

And I've realized that the Beatles got it wrong. Love isn't all we need - love is all there is.

Now sounds perfect.

I blinked them back, hard. I had a feeling that if I let myself start crying, there was a very real possibility I would never stop again.

I'll answer that.' He took a deep breath, and I could see his eyes searching mine, like he was looking for an answer. 'I had thought that was the ending,' he finally said. 'But I might have been wrong.'
'I was just thinking,' I said, sure that the rest of the crowd could probably hear how hard my heart was beating, since it seemed deafening to me, pounding in my ears, 'that maybe Marjorie realized she was in love with Karl. And told him that. And said she was sorry for being scared.

It just gets hard, always being someone's second choice

The best discoveries always happened to the people who weren't looking for them.

And as I touched his cheek and his hand tightened on my waist, I leaned forward to kiss him again, knowing as I did that something was ending while something else had already begun -Andie

Knowing that each breath was another moment he was still here and, simultaneously, that meant that he had just moved a little closer to being gone.

Roger: "God, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
Amy: "Really"
Roger: "Oh yes. Since Kansas. At least.

I stretched up to him, and we stayed liken that for just a second, not kissing, not yet, just hovering in the moment before, only a breath apart.

This felt like the way you get nervous right before something exciting happens-the moment when you're balanced on the top of the roller coaster, the hush before the surprise party, the second after the diving board but before the water, when you can close your eyes and imagine, for just a second, that you're flying. The feeling that good things were coming, almost here, any moment now.

What do you think a Chick-fil-A is? Roger asked, as we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot.

Frank turned to look down at me, and he was right there, so close. Hi, he said.
I looked up at him.Now that the moment was here, it didn't feel scary. What would happen would happen, and I couldn't know or control it. But I was ready for it to begin. Hey, I said.
In a well-ordered universe, he said, and I could hear how nervous he was, I'd be able to do this. He leaned his head down and kissed me softly, then pulled back, making sure this was okay.
I smiled at him. Then we must be in one, I said. And as the sun rose behind us and he bent his head down to kiss me again, I leaned forward.
Toward him, and to whatever came next.

You + Me
saw this ...
AMERICA
Thank you for finding America with me

About half an hour after the show tree, I made Roger pull over so that I could take a picture, and I realized that there was no way to ever capture the entire landscape. So I turned in a circle, taking a picture in every direction, knowing that was the only way I could come close to capturing what it looked like. I lowered my camera and stood still for a moment, just taking in the silence. Even though it probably should have been scary, standing by the side of a deserted desert highway, it wasn't. It felt strangely peaceful.

She seemed to still be completely unaware that Elliot was pining openly for her and messing up customers' orders as a result. And the one time I'd tried to hint to her that there might be dating prospects with someone she already knew, someone she was friends with, she'd thought I was trying to set her up with Warren, and things had briefly gotten very uncomfortable.

If you have to look any further than your own backyard to find your hearts desire, you never really lost it to begin with

She's been trying to escape since she was little. The thing I don't think she's realized is that eventually you have to stop. And what happens when you do?

Pay close attention when people tell you stories. At their core, every story you've ever heard comes down to two things. Someone goes on a long journey or a stranger comes to town.

He told me that if you yelled out "JAMBA!" at full volume, all the employees would yell back "JUICE!" He lied.

What was the point of trying to run away if people were going to insist on reminding you of what you were running from?

Ad astra per aspera. It's the Kansas state motto," he said to Roger and me, "To the stars through adversity

That was our place. That was where we used to make out!

Sloane: But what if it doesn't work out?
Emily: But what if it does?

I was trying not to think about ho acutely aware I was that there were two types of people
the type who could talk to anyone and make friends with them, and the type who spent parties hiding and sitting against trees.

life is sad.......when you are living it alone.

The thing is that people only get hurt - really hurt - when they're trying to play it safe. That's when people get injured, when they pull back at the last second because they're scared. They hurt themselves and other people.

J.J. scoffed. But just as he'd done ever since he'd read this phrase when he was twelve, he said the word "scoff" instead of just making the sound, and none of us had been able to convince him this actually wasn't correct.

E had his face turned up to the sky and I watched him, rather than the fireworks.

Clearly, the downside of having a theoretical crush on someone you knew nothing about was the crashing realization that you actually knew nothing about them.

You said you didn't want to waste your time on people who aren't going to matter," I said, and he nodded. "But how do you know they're not going to matter? Unless you give it a shot?

Or maybe I hadn't. Maybe I'd just been waiting for this moment, right now.

A man on a quest. A Don Quixote searching for his Dulcinea. But keep in mind my good friend, Don Quixote never found his Dulcinea, did he? He did not. There sometimes isn't much difference between a knight's quest and a fool's errand.

In a well-ordered universe ... camping would take place indoors.

We're defined totally by our choices, even the ones we don't realize the significance of at the time.

We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again

Real friends are the ones you can count on no matter what.
The ones who go into the forest to find you and bring you home.
And real friends never have to tell you that they're your friends.

Car," Frank said, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me in the direction of the parking lot. "I'll be there in five minutes."
"This is going to take *five minutes*?" Collins grumbled as he bent down to pick up a cup.

And when I started to cry as I pulled into my driveway,it was coming down hard enough that I could pretend that it was only the rain hitting my face, and not the fact that I'd just lost another friend.

Did you ever have a night that just ... seemed to change everything? And everything is different afterward?

Again. And it was a kiss that felt like it could stop time. The rain was falling on us, but I didn't even feel or notice or care about it. We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again, kissing like it was the only thing either of us had wanted to do for a long, long time, kissing with the urgency of the rain that was pounding down all around us and onto the hood of the car.

It was like hitting the snooze button on your alarm - your sleep in that window is never very good, since you know it's borrowed time, and that it will be over all too soon.

You can always find your way out again, no matter how lost you think you are.

They didn't dwell; they looked for solutions, made some snacks, and kept moving forward.

Theoretical crushes could remain perfect and flawless, because you never actually had to find out what that person was really like or deal with the weird way they chewed or anything.

I understood in a flash why, on the Greyhound sign, Arrivals and Departures were right next to each other. Because sometimes, like in that moment, they can mean exactly the same thing.

I had never been to a drive-in before, but I'd loved it after the first movie - the big screen set up at one end of a field, the cars parked in slightly crooked rows, the speakers you could hang over the window of your car, the way they always played double features.

There were no other cars on the road. Just the sound of the wind, and the motor idling, and through his open window, the faint clicking sounds of Roger making another mix. I closed my eyes and let the wind whip my hair around my face, letting out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.

We can't know what's going to happen. We can just try to figure it out as we go along.
- Roger Sullivan

Something tells me we're not in Kansas anymore"
"You did not just say that

But I'd taken Lucien's lead and ordered what he had, something called sweet tea.

There was no In-N-Out in Connecticut, because clearly that state was an inhospitable wasteland.

Sometimes we get a little bit of a facade. We think we have people. Family, friends ... but in the end, it's just you and the darkness. Everyone leaves eventually, my young friend. It's better, really, to learn early. This way, you can save yourself some disappointment.

There was something about being alone in places that were usually filled with people that made them seem particularly empty when it was just you.

I looked like someone who'd had a night, and had a story to tell about it.

If you like everything, that's basically just saying that you don't really like anything.

It was like she knew a secret, a good one, and if you got close enough, maybe she'll tell you, too.

Roger, he has a chain saw, I hissed
I am not going to die in Kentucky!

That's us," I said smiling brightly. "The Udells." That seemed to wake Roger up a little, and he blinked at me, surprised.
"Finally," the clerk muttered. "All right. Names?" he asked, fingers posed over his keyboard.
"Oh," I said, "Well. That's ... Edmund. And I'm Hillary." Roger glanced over at me, a little more sharply, and I tried to shrug as subtly as possible.

And as we talked, I remembered just why we'd been such good friends when we were kids. It was in the way he listened when you were talking, the way he wasn't just waiting to jump in with his own story. It was the way he always weighed his words, meaning I always knew that when he responded, it had been carefully considered. It was in the way that every time he laughed - which wasn't often - it seemed earned, and made me want to do everything I could to get him to laugh more. It was his enthusiasm for things, and how when he discussed what he was passionate about - like how much he loved being in the woods, how he felt things made sense there - I found myself getting swept up in it along with him.

I'd just always assumed those constants, so basic, would never change. I hadn't even realized they were anything special at the time. And now I would have given anything to be back there again. - Amy

A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.

But it always felt like nothing had really happened until I'd talked to Sloane about it.

I waited to feel incredibly embarrassed, but the feeling didn't come. It was more like a small victory, a secret to everyone else but me.

When you move as much as I have ... you know how it ends. You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn't work out. It never does. And you forgot about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it. And I just didn't want to do it again. Not with you.

But one thing that I was learning about what happened when you stuck around - it usually seemed that other people were willing to stick by you as well.

I felt myself swallow hard, thinking of the full glimpse I'd just gotten, and also wondering if there was a way I could suggest that he maybe stop wearing a shirt on our runs.

Just like that, those butterflies I'd first felt at twelve made a reappearance.

I know things might not work, and I know it's scary, but the things that are worth it are. It feels right.

We lay there together for a little while longer, watching the sun over the lake as it finally started to go down, and twilight started to fall all around us, the fireflies starting to wink in the grass.

I'd found out that if you pushed people away hard enough, they tended to go.

I think there are lots of things still to be discovered. You just have to be paying attention.

Sometimes my grandfather was awake, and would sit with me while I looked up at the stars, needing to see something fixed and permanent while everything else in my life was falling apart.

In a well-ordered universe, there would be no mysteries. You'd just know things. There wouldn't be these big, hanging questions.

Your childhood friends are the ones you should hang on to. They know you in a way that nobody else does.

In addition to the OPEN RANGE CAUTION, there were animal signs I'd never seen before-an antelope, a cow, and cow with horns ... But it worried me that, without warning, a cow with horns might be running across the interstate. And that this had happened frequently enough that they'd had to erect a sign to warn people about it.

We drove. Time seemed to pass a little differently when there was nothing to mark how far you had come, or what you were heading to. I would look at my watch, thinking an hour had passed when it had only been five minutes. Or I would catch the car's clock and realized forty-five minutes had gone by in what I would have sworn was fifteen. Now that I knew what to expect from this road, it wasn't so stressful. There were still moments when the sheer aloneness of it all would cause me to have a momentary panic. But then it would subside, and I would look out the window, take in the view, and feel myself calming down.

Do you want to go make friends with it first? Dawn asked. Matthew,give Emily the snacks.
Collins swallowed, looking alarmed. Um ... what do you mean?
Dawn smiled at him. So we can give them to the horse! The carrot sticks?
Oh, Collins said, after a pause. You see, you should have told me we were bringing snacks for the horse. I thought they were for us. My bad.
Wait, you ate all of them? Dawn asked, taking her canvas bag back from Collins peering inside. The apple too? And where are the sugar cubes?
You're telling me we brought the sugar for a horse? Collins asked,incredulous. What does a horse need sugar for?
I can't believe you just ate raw sugar cubes, Dawn said, shaking her head.
They're sugar cubes! Collins said, his voice rising. What else are you supposed to do with them? And since when do horses get snacks?

And it was a kiss that felt like it could stop time.

The idea that you could rethink the thing you'd always thought you wanted and change your plan - it was almost a revolutionary concept. That you could choose what would make you happy, not successful -Andie

It seemed crazy that something so big, so seemingly permanent, could be knocked down by a little wind and rain.

But I looked over at him, with his substitute math teacher glasses and hopeful expression, and my smile faded. He hadn't learned yet that things didn't work out just because you wanted then to.

I leaned forward to kiss him again, knowing as I did that something was ending while something else had already begun.

It was like someone had turned off the sun. The center of everything was suddenly gone.

Do you not like The Beatles?" Frank asked, sounding shocked. "Do you also not like sunshine and laughter and puppies? I don't think the Beatles get enough recognition. I mean, when you look at their body of work and how they changed music forever. I think there should be federal holidays and parades

Then she smiled at me and said what she always did before we went out. Let's go have the best night ever.

What happened?" I asked. "What did you say?"
Roger put the key in the ignition and looked over at me. "I told her good-bye," he said. Then he started the car and put in in gear, and we headed out.