Elizabeth Scott Quotes

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

But I know a lie when I hear one.

I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want...So then try (to be happy).

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now-- Well, now I kiss him.

I never went for the talkers.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.

I know who I want to be with, and it isn't her. - Ryan

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.

And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.

She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.

I told you we were meant to be, " he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now--Well, now I kiss him.

Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die."Kate to Will

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die. I hate those crying dough women on TV because they are just like me, weak and broken and clinging to the hands that hold us under.

And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.

I thought you were going to— you’re standing under my window. Aren’t you supposed to climb up here or something?”“My ladder’s at home.

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.

And you… do you know what you are?”“Stupid?”“Beautiful, ” he says, his face turning red.

I know who I want to be with, and it isn't her.- Ryan

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.