Siobhan Vivian Quotes

It's as if our girls don't understand that they can be recognized for other things
their goals, their brains. Not just their bodies.

It didn't matter if i was the kind of girl who had sex, or the kind of girl who had her portrait on on a wall in the library, or the kind of girl who who got into the best college, or the kind of girl who didn't tell her parents everything, or the kind of girl who teachers loved.
I just needed to be okay with all the kinds of girl I was.

Then again, that's how quickly people's perceptions could change. It only took one mistake, one stupid decision.

Fall colors are funny. They're so bright and intense and beautiful. It's like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.

But, I didn't have a clue what it was really like, how terribly cruel and mean and judgmental people could be

It was just my reality, to never have a boy be interested in me romantically for more than one random moment. Like a TV show you don't like but you end up watching anyway, because there's nothing else on.

You see, the best thing about wrong decisions is that they don't prevent you from making the right decisions later on. It's harder, but it's not impossible.

It's embarrassing, how much effort it took for me to wear something that looks exactly like a blank piece of paper.

No one was more stunned by the choice than her mother, who claimed to the saleswoman that she hadn't seen Danielle that dressed up since her first Communion.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but everyone shares the same brain around here. It's like a mass cult. They've all drunk the Kool-Aid.

She pushes all the pain out of her arms, kicks the hurt free from her legs. She swims her broken heart out.

I never want to be suspended in the limbo of non-decision again. It's like torturing yourself on purpose.

All of her aunts said that Bridget looked exactly like her mother as a teenager. Staring at her, Bridget realised she had no memories of her mother being thin.

Are these the friends and life i want to have?

Bridget is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Two sides of herself, always arguing. She is tired of the fight, the constant struggle between a muddied version of good and evil, where right feels wrong and wrong feels really good.

Survival of the generic.

I let myself have feelings for you despite not knowing how this would end.

I could never understand how he always seemed so sure of himself. But now I did. It was because Connor really did know what kind of person he was. He had no regrets because he always shot from his heart.

This last bit is proof. Proof that Milo doesn't really get her. He never did.

Principal Colby puts the tiara on Margo's head.
She's surprised by the weight.
Obviously the rhinestones wouldn't be diamonds, but Margo had always assumed the tiara would be metal.
It isn't.
It is plastic.