Atticus Quotes
She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.
Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.
True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.
There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.
We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.
That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.
We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.
I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.
From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.
Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.
Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.
I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.
There’s too much risk in loving, ’the young boy said, ‘no, ’said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.
As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.
I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.
Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.
I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.
She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.
Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.
A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.
One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.
You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.
