Taylor Jenkins Reid Quotes

It takes as long as it takes and you'll get it when you get it.

Daisy, someone who insists on the perfect conditions to make art isn't an artist. They're an asshole.

You don't need to find the perfect thing all the time. Just find one that works, and go with it.

But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.

Passion is...it's fire. And fire is great, man. But we're made of water. Water is how we keep living. Water is what we need to survive.

Everyone sort of assumes that when faced with life-and-death situations, you will panic. But almost everyone who's actually experienced something like that will tell you that panic is a luxury you cannot afford.

I think being yourself - your true, entire self - is always going to feel like you're swimming upstream."

"Yeah," she said. "But if the last few years with you have been any indication, I think it also feels like taking your bra off at the end of the day.

She always made sure the bad was outweighed by so much good. I...well, I didn't do that for her. I made it fifty-fifty. Which is about the cruelest thing you can do to someone you love, give them just enough good to make them stick through a hell of a lot of bad.

No one is all good or all bad. I know this, of course. I had to learn it at a young age. But sometimes it's easy to forget just how true it is. That it applies to everyone.

Praise is just like an addiction. The more you get it, the more of it you need just to stay even.

The sun will rise no matter what pain we encounter. No matter how much we believe the world to be over, the sun will rise.

...do yourself a favor and learn to grab life by the balls, dear. Don't be so tied up in trying to do the right thing when the smart thing is so painfully clear.

What did he care? Honestly, what did he care? That's what I was thinking. He was married. I couldn't be married?

You wonder what it must be like to be a man, to be so confident that the final say is yours.

How have I spent all of my time forgetting who I am and who I love?

Are you sure?" he said. "Because I have to be honest. I'm ready to cash in. I'd commit to you for the rest of our lives without a single doubt in my mind. I have never been happier than I have been during this year with you. And - the way I see it - you're it for me. You're everything.

... it's time for you to start to meet people. Any people. New people.

Oh I know the whole world prefers a woman who doesn't know her power, but I'm sick of all that.

You have to have one person in your life that you know would never do anything to steer you wrong. They may disagree with you. They could even break your heart, from time to time. But you have to have one person, at least, who you know will always tell you the truth.

When you don't have anyone to witness how dirty you are, you find out how truly dirty you are willing to be.

How can you miss someone so much already? My mind is full of all the things I didn't say. It doesn't matter how much I did say. There was still so much left to say. I want to tell her that I love her. That I will always remember her. That I am happy for her. That I believe she will find Grandpa.

I believe you can break me
But I'm saved for the one who saved me
We only look like young stars
Because you can't see old scars

If you love someone, if you think you could make them happy for the rest of your life together, then nothing should stop you. You should be prepared to take them as they are and deal with the consequences. Relationships aren't neat and clean - they're ugly and messy, and they make almost no sense except to the two people in them. If you truly love someone, you accept the circumstances, you don't hide behind them

Every man needs a man to look up to.

I'm easy talk and cheap good-byes
Second-rate in a first- class disguise
My heart sleeps soundly, don't wake it
A hope like you could break it

Just because you can live without someone doesn't mean you want to.

He's never coming back. Whether you go or you don't go. So get in the car, because it's the last thing you can do with him.

Simone said, "Do me a favor. Picture a map of the world."
I was not in the mood. She said, "Just picture it." So I did.
And she said, "And you're in L.A. You're a blinking light, you with me so far?"
And I said, "Sure."
"And you know you blink brighter than anybody. You get that, don't you?"
And I said, "Sure." Just humoring her.
And then she said, "And then in New York today, and London on Thursday and Barcelona next week, there's another blinking light."
"And that's you?" I said.
She said, "That's me. And no matter where we are, no matter what time of day it is, the world is dark and we are two blinking lights. Flashing at the same time. Neither one of us flashing alone.

There is other love out there for me. But it's different. It isn't this. It isn't this exact love. It's better and it's worse. But I guess that's sort of the point of love between two people - you can't re-create it. Every time you love, everyone you love, the love is different. You're different in it.

There's a difference between sexuality and sex. I used sex to get what I wanted. Sex is just an act. Sexuality is a sincere expression of desire and pleasure.

Do you know what you do with that level of trust? When someone says, 'I trust you so much I can tolerate you having secrets?' You cherish it. You remind yourself how lucky you are to have been given that trust every day. And when you have moments where you think 'I wanna do something that would break that trust', whatever that is--loving a woman you shouldn't be loving, drinking a beer you shouldn't be drinking--do you know what you do? You get your ass up onto your two feet and your take your kids to Disneyland with their mother.

If I've given the impression that trust is easy - with your spouse, with your kids, with anybody you care about - if I've made it seem like it's easy to do....then I've misspoken. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But you have nothing without it. Nothing meaningful at all. That's why I chose to do it. Over and over and over. Even when it bit me in the ass. And I will keep choosing it until the day I die

They say that when you remember something, you are really remembering the last time you remembered it. Each time you recollect a memory, you change it, ever so slightly, shading it with new information, new feelings.

And here's why it worked: man or woman, gay, straight, bisexual, you name it, we all just want to be teased.

There's this peace that comes with knowing you have a person in the world who would do anything for you, that you would do anything for.

People don't find it very sympathetic or endearing, a woman who puts herself first. Nor do people respect a man who can't keep his wife in line.

I'll tell you: If a friend lied to me the way I lie to myself, I'd say, "You're a shitty friend.

It's on the house," he said, which I thought was the dumbest thing, because if there is anyone that should be getting free food, it isn't rich people.

It's always my impulse to ignore the bad, to run toward the good.

The future is so incredibly unpredictable that trying to plan for It is like studying for a test you'll never take.

But accepting that something is true isn't the same as thinking that it is just.

You spend so much time being upset about being in the hospital in the first place that it is almost jarring to realize how many people don't ever leave. I could have been just like his sister. I could have never woken up. But I did. I'm one of the ones who did. I consider for a moment what would have happened if I'd been standing just a little bit farther in the road or a little bit off to the side. What if I'd been thrown to the left instead of to the right? Or if the car had been going five miles per hour faster? I might not have ever woken up. Today could have been my funeral. How weird is that? How absolutely insane is that? The difference between life and death could be as simple and as uncomfortably slight as a step you take in either direction. Which means that I am here today, alive today, because I made the right choices, however brief and insignificant they felt at the time. I made the right choices.

Your parents don't understand why you're asking and you can't quite explain it to them. You just say, "This one is tainted." But what you mean is that you feel like it absorbed your suffering. You know it sounds crazy but you believe your pain is in the mattress and you don't want to absorb it back into your own body.

You know it's not that simple. But it feels like it is.

He is next to me but not beside me. We are both in this bed, but we are not sharing it.

And you can't put it in your heart if it's not there.
And you can't pull it out of your heart if it is.

I once thought grief was chronic, that all you could do was appreciate the good days and take them along with the bad. And then I started to think that maybe the good days aren't just days; maybe the good days can be good weeks, good months, good years.

Good things don't wait until you're ready. Sometimes they come right before, when you're almost there. And I figured when that happens, you can let them pass by like a bus not meant for you. Or you can get ready. So I got ready.

Happy moments are the worst, that's when the ache is strongest.

Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me it does. You're the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.

Sometimes people do things because they are furious or because they are upset or because they are out for blood. And those things can hurt. But what hurts the most is when someone does something out of apathy. They don't care about you the way they said they did back in college. They don't care about you the way they promised to when you got married. They don't care about you at all.

Life's coming to me in flashes,
Wearing my bruises like badges,
Don't know when I learned to play with matches,
Must want it all to end in ashes.

Emma," he said, teary. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I always have. You and I . . . we fit like the gears of a machine, like interlocking pieces that join together effortlessly, turning in tandem, perfectly in sync.

"I believe in us, sweetheart. I believe that I am good for you and that I am a better man because of you. And I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. So, Emma Blair, here it is: Will you marry me?".

You have that someone. That's all I've been trying to say. Don't give up on him just because he bores you. Or doesn't pick up his socks.

There is nothing more romantic than this. Holding the very person that you thought you lost, and knowing you'll never lose them again.

And I like that. The idea that just by being me, I was doing all right

Karen: Rod told me to wear low-cut shirts and I said, "Dream on," and that was about the end of that.

I put my back against the wall. I slide down to the floor. I imagine Ryan sitting next to me. I imagine him rubbing my back, the way he did when my grandfather died. I imagine him saying, "She's going to a better place. She's OK." I imagine the way my grandfather might have done this for my grandmother when she lost her own mom or her own grandmother. I imagine my grandmother sitting where I am now, my grandfather kneeling beside her, telling her all the things I want to be told. Holding her the way that only someone in particular can hold you. When I'm her age, when I'm lying in a hospital bed, ready to die, whom will I be thinking of?

It's Ryan. It's always been Ryan. Just because I can live without him doesn't mean I want to.

And I don't. I don't want to.

I want to hear his voice. The way it is rough but sometimes smooth and almost soulful. I want to see his face, with his stubble from never shaving down to the skin. I want to smell him again. I want to hold the roughness of his hands. I want to feel the way they envelop mine, dwarfing them, making me feel small.

I need my husband.

I think as long as you're happy and you're doing something good with your life, it really doesn't matter whether you went out and found the perfect thing or you chose what you knew you could make work for you.

When you really love someone, sometimes the things they need may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for.

Art doesn't owe anything to anyone.

That's what you do when you want something. You don't look for reasons why it won't work. You look for reasons why it will.

You and I aren't going to spend our lives together," Jesse says. "But I finally understand that that doesn't take away any of the beauty of the fact that we were right for each other once.

I know it will be OK because everything is OK in the end. And if it's not OK, it's not the end.

It's a scary thought, isn't it? That every single person on this planet could lose their one true love and live to love again? It means the one you love could love again if they lost you.

I had learned all too well that pain was sometimes stronger than the need to keep up appearances.

I gave her permission to sound bad. Think of how you sing when you're singing to the radio at full volume. When you can't hear yourself, you're not afraid to really belt it out because you won't have to cringe when your voice breaks or you veer off-key. Daisy needed that kind of freedom. That takes a crapload of confidence. And Daisy didn't actually have confidence. She was always good. Confidence is being okay being bad, not being okay being good.

what's the point of a promise anyway? How can we expect people to stick to their word about anything when the world around us is so arbitrary, unreliable, and senseless?

I swear, I think about that day sometimes when I'm feeling low. I think about it to remind myself you never know what kind of crazy good shit is around the corner. But it's hard not to remember, when I think about that day, that lots of crazy bad shit is often around the corner, too.

And, baby, when you think of me
I hope it ruins rock 'n' roll
Regret me

True love doesn't always last," I say. "It doesn't always have to be for a lifetime.

Denial is like an old blanket. I loved to get on under that thing and curl up and sleep.

You can't capture love in a bottle. You can't hold on to it with both hands and force it to stay with you.

I have no apartment and no job. I have no steady relationship or even a city to call home. I have no idea what I want to be doing with my life, no idea what my purpose is, and no real sign of a life goal. And yet time has found me. The years I've spent dilly-dallying around at different jobs in different cities show on my face.

And it was because I knew that on your birthday, I was the one who made the day worthwhile. It made me feel like I mattered. It made me feel like I was doing something right.

Hearts are just like legs, I guess. They mend.

I loved you so much, that I thought you were the meaning of my life," Celia said, crying. "I thought that people were put on Earth to find other people, and I was put on Earth to find you. To find you, and touch your skin, and smell your breath, and hear all your thoughts. But I don't think that's true anymore." She wiped her eyes. "Because I don't want to be meant for someone like you.

I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold.

Evelyn, who was your great love? You can tell me."
Evelyn looks out the window, breathes in deeply, and then says, "Celia St. James."
The room is quiet as Evelyn lets herself hear her own words. And then she smiles, a bright, wide, deeply sincere smile. She starts laughing to herself and then refocuses on me. "I feel like I spent my entire life loving her.

I'll be the person you need me to be. Just let me be a part of this, Hannah. Let me be with you.

I liked the idea of showing a woman having sex because she wanted to be pleased instead of being desperate to please.

Make no mistake: I do love you. Just because I don't feel the love in my heart doesn't mean I don't know it's there. I know it's there. I'm leaving because I'm going to find it. I promise you that.

So, simply put, I'm not exactly impressed with myself.

I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise it's not faith, right?

For the first time since Ben died, I look like a widow. For the first time since I lost him, I feel like I recognize the person in the mirror. There I am, grief-stricken and un-whole. Widowed. It's such a relief to see myself this way. I have felt so insecure in my widowness that seeing myself look like a widow comforts me.

Don't ever let anyone tell you the most romantic part of love is the beginning. The most romantic part is when you know it has to end.

But then I realize that staying still doesn't actually pause time, it's still passing, life is still happening. You have to keep moving.

I love you," I say. I say it because I mean it right now, but I also say it for every single time I couldn't say it then.

It's so strange, how someone's silence, someone's insistence that something isn't happening can be so suffocating. But it can be. And suffocating is exactly the word, too. You feel like you can't breathe.

I think it's a good sign, though," he said, "that I was crazy about you at sixteen and I'm still crazy about you now."
I smiled at him. "It certainly seems promising.

I'm overwhelmed by the stunning incredibility of the truth.

I mean, it's hard to say what a song is about sometimes. Sometimes even you don't know why you wrote that line, or how it came into your head, or even what it means.

It's just a small, good thing in a situation that totally fucking sucks.

I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else. And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn't end up with you.

And I can't even begin to reconcile what is happening right in front of me to my real life.

Hi," he says.

Just hearing that one word makes me feel as though I have gone back in time, to a part of my life when things made sense, when the world was fair.

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April 18

Dear Ryan,

I'm considering writing to one of those advice columnists about us. That's how confused I still am.

When we started this, I thought that I just needed some time away from you. I just needed time to breathe. I needed a chance to live on my own and appreciate you again by missing you.

Those first few months were torture. I felt so lonely. I felt exactly what I wanted myself to feel, which was that I couldn't live without you. I felt it all day. I felt it when I slept in an empty bed. I felt it when I came home to an empty house. But somehow, one day, it sort of became OK. I don't know when that happened.

I thought at one point that maybe if I learned who you truly are, then I could love you again. Then I thought maybe if I learn who I really am, what I really want, then I could love you again. I have been grasping at things for months, trying to learn a lesson big enough, important enough, all-encompassing enough that it would bring us back together. But mostly, I'm just learning lessons about how to live my life. I'm learning how to be a better sister. I'm learning just how strong my mother has always been. That I should take my grandmother's advice more often. That sex can be healing. That Charlie isn't such a little kid anymore.

I guess what I'm saying is that I've started focusing on other things. I don't feel all that desperate to figure us out and fix this. I feel sort of OK that it's n

Never start with 'I know this sounds crazy.' Come from strength.

Je ne regrette rien," I say, lifting my glass of water and sipping it. "That's the spirit," Evelyn says. "Although that song is more about not regretting because you don't live in the past. What I mean is that I'd still make a lot of the same decisions today. To be clear, there are things I regret. It's just . . . it's not really the sordid things. I don't regret many of the lies I told or the people I hurt. I'm OK with the fact that sometimes doing the right thing gets ugly. And also, I have compassion for myself. I trust myself. Take, for instance, when I snapped at you earlier, back at the apartment, when you said what you did about my confessing sins. It wasn't a nice thing to do, and I'm not sure you deserved it. But I don't regret it. Because I know I had my reasons, and I did the best I could with every thought and feeling that led up to it.

I've come to realize that resentment is malignant. That it starts small and festers. That it grows wild and unfettered inside of you until it's so expansive that it has worked its way into the furthest, deepest parts of you and holds on for dear life.

Sometimes I worry I'll never find a place to call home.