Courtney Summers Quotes

The sooner you make a mistake and learn to live with it, the better. You're not responsible for everything. You can't control the way things end up.

We eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the soundtrack of our own impending death.

You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.

If I can do things right, I don't see why everyone else can't.

The fall takes no time and forever.

My dad used to say makeup was a shallow girl's sport, but it's not. It's armor.

Write it down today, put it away, make sense of it tomorrow.

Waiting around to be saved is like waiting to die and I have done more of both than anyone else in the room.

I'm always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.

Time passes too quickly when you're getting ready to do something you don't want to do.

Everyone should know--there's no such thing as a decent human being. It's just an illusion. And when it's gone, it's really gone.

Funny how the last thing we want the world to see is almost the first thing to show.

Cardboard cutouts of cheerleaders operated by arthritic monkeys would move more fluidly.

Is this what it's like to get close to other people--you do something insane together and then you have to share everything even if you don't really want to?

I'm afraid everything I was is gone and all that's left is everything I'm not.

Death has been here and where death has been no light shall ever be .

She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?

He was planning to rape me -""Why would he ever -""Because he knew he'd get away with it.

I mean, you know how it is. You chase a bottle of sleeping pills with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and life's never the same, no matter how many times you try to tell people it was just an accident.

I spot a fly floating on the surface of the water, its little legs pumping madly as it fights to keep itself afloat. I know that feeling.

I half-expect to check out, but I'm really there for it. It's not like at the dance, angry and forced. It's terrible in its gentleness and he's just wasting it on me.

I elbow my way through the mass of people to get to my locker because there's something immensely satisfying about the toughest part of my arm connecting with the softest part of everyone else.

She hates her heart, that misguided organ in her chest. Why didn't it warn her?

I will see my father in every anger.

I hope I’m the ghost that belongs to her.

My hands are dying.

Whatever's between us is that kind of new.

Because you made it here on a lot less" he says and he has no idea how on the mark he is.