Robin Benway Quotes

I just hugged him and didn't say anything. There wasn't anything to say. Sometimes there just aren't enough words to fill the cracks in your heart.

I'm forever hopeful," he said. "That's what friends do. They hope. They have faith in each other."

"Well, I have faith that she'll forget," I said, hiking my backpack up onto my shoulders. "You have to be a realist with Caro."

"I'm a hopeful realist," Drew said. "I'm a healist! Like those guys on TV late at night that cure people of cancer." He grinned down at me.

An earthquake would have been better. At least during an earthquake, you understand why you're shaking.

My hair was probably a disaster and my shirt was still damp, but I didn't care. It was funny, I never cared about those things with Oliver. I didn't worry about how I looked. All that mattered was how I felt.

Content in the knowledge that no matter what happened with your parents, or your girlfriend, that your siblings will still be there, like a bookend that keeps you upright when you feel like toppling over.

That's what parents do. They catch you before you fall. That's what family is.

Wanna go study about incestuous royal families and bloody murders?' she asked him. 'Or do you wanna study European history instead?

You deserve more than just being our safety net

Well, that's growing up, isn't it?" my dad said. "You don't always have to know. And things aren't always fair. You just have to keep moving forward. A step in one direction.

The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they're gone, and maybe it's that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you're near enough.

I told you, I just think we should slow down. I mean, we haven't even had a real date yet and I
- "
"Ohhhh." Jesse nodded to himself. "That's what this is. I get it."
"What?"
"First date. Girls like dates. I'm such an idiot, I should have thought of that."
This was backfiring spectacularly.

Maya was crying and she couldn't say anything, not because she didn't know what to say, but because there was too much of it.

I mean, i was into their music and everything way before I knew what they looked like, but they had their pictures in the CD insert and when Victoria and I got it, we were both like, "Why, hellooooo there." Plus, they were British. I'm a sucker for cute boys with guitars, as you may have noticed, but throw in a London accent and I'll happily sell my soul without a second thought.

And my parents don't want me to tell my grandmother - who, let's be honest, is already in the bottom of the ninth inning, age-wise - that

Hey, it's-!"
"Who? Oh. Oh."
"Shut up."
"I haven't said anything yet!"
"Don't."
"How can I shut up if I haven't said anything?"
"I know you. You've got a monologue coming up.

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"Shut up."
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Joaquin shook his head. "Look, you two are my sisters, right? You're my family. I won't hurt you like that."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Maya suddenly screamed, and they both turned around to see her still standing next to the car, hand on hips.
"That's exactly what family is, Joaquin!" Maya shouted at him. "It means that no matter where you go, no matter how far you run, you're still a part of me and Grace and we're still a part of you, too! Look at us! It took us fifteen years to find each other, but we still did! And sometimes, family hurts each other. But after that's done you bandage each other up, and you move on. Together. So you can go and think that you're some lone wolf, but you're not! You've got us now, like it or not, and we've got you. So get in this fucking car and let's go!

Tonight sucked" my dad said and I started to laugh hearing him say that. "What?" He smiled at me. "Isn't that the slang you kids are using? The lingo? Do I sound hip?"
I just shook my head. "The only hip I hear is the sound of yours breaking.

I'm a ball of rage right now, James. Sitting isn't gonna do much.

But knowing something and feeling something are two totally different things.

This isn't television! This isn't a movie! Giles and Buffy aren't gonna appear and show us how to deal with our wonderful new powers! Some fricking owl isn't gonna come sailing in through your window from Hogwarts! There's no Dumbledore! The Cullens aren't gonna show up and invite you to live with them in Forks! There's nothing! This isn't make believe! This is it! It's us and only us.

So, Harold. Friend, pal, chum." Roux folded her hands on top of the desk. "Are you going to
buzz us in or not?"
"Go on up, miss," Harold said, waving us through the lobby and toward the elevators.
"Harold, you're a gem. A pristine gem honed over years of trial and fire."
"That's how I would describe my job, too," Harold replied.

Cherubs are so creepy, don't you think? Like, why are naked babies shooting poisonous arrows at innocent people a symbol of love? Why aren't they a symbol of toddler anarchy instead?" "Roux," I started to say, but then I paused, thinking about her comment. "That is an excellent point," I admitted. "I blame Hallmark," she said. "Damn them and their anarchist baby uprising.

It's OK to not be OK

-"Great! Fucking! News! What would be the best thing that could ever happen?"
-"If after I died, I was reincarnated as Meg White?"
-"Okay, the second-best thing.

Put some muscle into it! Channel your inner Trent Reznor!

So do I kill myself now, or do I wait and do it in front of Evan so he feels really, really, really bad?

how goes it? Rafe asked.
it goes, Grace wrote back.
you scared?
terrified.
it'll be okay. everything always works out.
She wasn't sure if that was true or not, but she was glad that at least one person thought so.

If our school ever performed a play about the French Revolution, she could play the guillotine.

Oh God, I heart him so much.

WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!!!
. . .
I immediatly whirled around and looked in my bedroom to make sure no one stole my Harry Potter books.

WHY ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?!? OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THE ARTICLE? I AM FREAKING OUT, WHY ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?!? Please call me, I'm starting to act like Tizzy around here. It's getting ugly. Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Cuttler, in case you get this first. Everything's fine, I'm just trying to get ahold of Audrey. Okay, bye. AUDREY, CALL ME BEFORE I HAVE TO RESORT TO SKYWRITING

It was time for the mirror pep talk.
"Okay, Maggie," I said to myself after my shower, wiping the steam off the medicine cabinet.
"You could eat these kids for breakfast. You won't, though, because that would be cannibalistic and
wrong.

Well, what do I say?" I ran my thumb over my phone's screen. "Like, 'Good making out with your face last night? Let's do it again.'?

Fuck your royalties and die.

Like, what's wrong with being like other girls?

I like to know a little about a lot. I find that it keeps life interesting.

Could you please stop dripping your sarcasm all over my car's interior?

What's the point of crying if you can't even see the tears?

The tears finally got the best of him and he pressed his palms to his eyes as his shoulders started to shake. He cried silently, in so much pain that there was no sound to equal it

I guess even when you can see everything, some things will always be a surprise.

Hey," he said, stopping in front of me. "As much fun as it is watching you elbow small children
out of your way while clinging to a makeshift wall ... "
"That kid was hogging all the space!" I huffed. "He had it coming!

That's when I first learned about true frustration, that wrenching ache when the thing that matters most to you barely makes a ripple in other people's lives.

Wanting someone isn't the same as loving them, though," he said. "You know? It doesn't mean the same thing.

It took us fifteen years to find each other, but we still did! And sometimes, family hurts each other. But after that's done you bandage each other up, and you move on. Together. You've got us now, like it or not, and we've got you.

I wished I stayed at the movies, where I could have at least had some popcorn with my drama.

You have no idea how crazy I am, I should be wearing yellow Caution tape, I'm that bonkers.

Did you just say 'frolic'?"
"Is it not a word?"
"Who the hell says 'frolic'?"
"I say frolic. And more people should."
"They should say frolic or actually frolic."
"Both.

I told him that my cat was on fire and he didn't even hear me! On fire, Victoria! And he didn't care!"
"Aud, that is so fucking twisted that I don't even know where to start."
"Okay, I know, but it had to be drastic."
"That's not drastic, that's sadistic. You've got your –tics mixed up."
"Will you please focus on the issue at hand? Evan doesn't listen to what I'm saying!"
"And this is news?"
"Should I break up with him?"
"Do you want to break up with him?"
"I don't know. Distract me from feeling miserable."
"Umm… ummm… I got new shoes."
"Woo."
"Wanna come over and try them on?"
"I'll be there in ten minutes.

He's a delinquent!" I yelled out to my parents. "He was arrested for shoplifting last year!"
No response.
"I just want you to know that I'm going to be hanging out with someone who has a criminal
record!" I cried.
"Let's not forget that our family can never reenter Luxembourg without being arrested!" my dad
yelled back.
Touché.

Hello. Audrey's phone. She's currently suiting up for a soul-deadening hourly job that provides no benefits, how may I help you?

Ah, yes. Fine. A lovely sounding word that means absolutely nothing.

Oh my God," I gasped. "They think I'm like those girls! They think I run around and crash my car and forget to wear underwear.

The only way I could describe what kissing him felt like was, like the last day of school, knowing that months of freedom and sunshine lay before you, the feeling that you could do anything you wanted and time stretched out in endless possibilities.

Shut. Up," June squealed. "You have a date with that guy?" She giggled and covered her mouth. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Tell me everything."
"I can't do both," I pointed out.

Maya's eyes grew wide, and Grace finally saw the little-sister potential in her. She could imagine Maya toddling after her, annoying her, pulling her hair and borrowing her clothes without asking first. She didn't tell Maya about all the people she'd talked to on the phone, trying to follow a seventeen-year-old trail of bread crumbs that had mostly blown to the wind and taken Joaquin with them. She didn't mention that some people had been rude, others had been so helpful that it made Grace's heart hurt, that Joaquin's family tree seemed to have way too many scraggly branches and not enough roots, not the kind of roots you would need when the storm was strong.

I liked James and James liked me and we both knew it and if you think about it, that's like a miracle. A real miracle. Everyone says that babies are miracles, and don't get me wrong, I love cute little pudgy babies, but if you think about it, me having a baby right now would not be a miracle. At all. But finding someone that gets me? That's the real work. That's where the miracles are.

It's just how it is sometimes. Things hurt, and they hurt for a long time. You have to fight back, or it wins.

I know this is like the longest story ever, but I really just wanted you to know the other side. (And besides, Bendomolena's been on my lap this whole time and once Bendomolena decides to sit on you,get comfortable, because you're not going anywhere for awhile.) Anyway, James is coming over in fifteen minutes so we can go with Victoria and Jonah to see New Nostalgia, and I still have to figure out what I'm wearing.
Like the Beatles said, "O-bla-di, o-bla-da, life goes on."
And it does.
Rock on.

We don't even have a goldfish." "You've got to think toward the future." My dad smiled at me. "Maybe one day you'll move out and your mom and I will get a golden retriever to replace you.

Because I already have one sister, Lauren? She's like their miracle baby - they had her right after me, oh joy - and sometimes she's crazy annoying and I was like, 'Another one? I don't know about this.' But then they told me about you, too? And I was like, 'Get. Out.' I mean, it's like insta-family, right? Just add water. Like sea monkeys.