Tamara Ireland Stone Quotes

Crappy mall food cures everything.

You are still here stitched into the words on these walls.

You're still here stitched into me, like threads in a sweater. Feeding me words that break me down and piece me back together, all at once. Tightening your grip, reminding me that I'm not alone. I never was. None of us ever are. You are still here stitched into the words on these walls. Every last one.

Yesterday, when I took the stage for the sixth time, I read a poem about unreliable friends, people you love and feel bonded to but can never truly trust. It was about feeling alone and vulnerable, and never being able to fully let your guard down.

After you left
I stared at the driveway
Feeling its emptiness
Wondering if you'd return.

After you left
I thought about your questions
Wishing I hadn't been so blunt
Wondering if I scared you away.

After you left
I remembered how you felt in my arms.
How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.
Wondering if I should have kissed you when I had the chance.

After you left
I sat in my room
Remembering all the things you said, and
Wondering about all the things you didn't.

After you left
I sat in silence.
Missing you in a way I didn't quite understand.
Wondering if you'd ever come back.

How many thought does the brain automatically deliver in a single day?"
"Seventy thousand"
"That's right. Do you act on seventy thousand thoughts a day?"
I shake my head.
"Of course you don't. This thought was one in seventy thousand. It's not special

I like to know where I stand with people, and I figure I owe them the same courtesy.

Everyone's got something. Some people are just better actors than others.

When I look around at this 'normal' life you're so eager to leave, I don't see boring or predictable - I see friends who love you and a family that would make any sacrifice for your happiness. I see the kind of security I've never had and always wanted. I may have given you access to the world I know best, but you and your family have given me a world that doesn't exist on a map.

The few lamps we left on softly illuminate the walls, and I think about all the paper around us, all this love and pain and fear and hope. We're surrounded by words. Nothing about this moment could be more perfect, because I'm absolutely in love with this room and the people in it, on the wall and otherwise. And with this one boy in particular.

Technology is a trap

I have a tendency to overthink things, especially when it comes to my friends, and I don't know ... I take things too personally. I mean, it isn't always them . Sometimes it's me. I just don't always know when it's them and when it's me, you know?

The trick is to recognize your mistakes, take what you need from them, and move on -Sue

Time is the longest distance between two places.

You do realize the message of this play, right?" Tyler asked.
"Sure." My arm was still over my eyes. "It's about life on a farm and falling in love and watching the people you love die. So, you know, that's awesome."
He ignored the sarcasm. "It's about being alive. About noticing all the little things, because no one ever knows if it's the last time they'll see them.

And suddenly, she stops moving and looks straight at me. "I'm in love with everything about you".
Her words make me suck in my breath, and when I look into her eyes, I see something I haven't noticed in a while - this look of pure understanding that reminds me why I told her my secret in the first place. That sense of wonder, how she looked at me like she couldn't know me well enough.

Mistakes. Trial and error. Same thing. Mistakes are how we learned to walk and run and that hot things burn when you touch them. You've made mistakes all your life and you're going to keep making them.

I'm merely reminding you to embrace who you are and surround yourself with people who do the same.

I, for one, am ready for a lot more adventure and a lot less nothing.

Alliteration is alarmingly addictive.

Feeling all the pain of letting them go. And knowing I did the right thing.

You look around at the people in your life, one by one, choosing to hold on to the ones who make you stronger and better, and letting go of the ones who don't.

And I just keep going and going, picking up pins and stabbing them into the paper until the map is covered with places I'll never see and the clear plastic box is as empty as I am.

I didn't go there looking for you. I went looking for me." My voice is soft, low, and shaky. "But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I've found myself.

You seem to know how to articulate your feelings and share them with other human beings. I'm afraid my gift is the exact opposite; I'm skilled at holding everything in.

Shy, insecure, afraid to speak up? "Act as if," they say. Act as if you're not. Stand tall when you walk. Project your voice when you talk. Raise your hand in class. Act as if. Speak your mind. Cut your hair. Be the part. Look the part. You can do this. Just act as if. If you really knew me, If you could see inside, You'd find shy and insecure and afraid. Acting as if. Ironic, isn't it? The only time I'm not Acting "as if"? When I'm on a stage.

What you see ... And on the other side: It isn't me.