Julie-Anne Quotes

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

What you see, isn't always what you get

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

I may be fat and ugly, but I'm not stupid. If anyone had ever gotten past my looks, they might've noticed I have a brain.

Year after year. "Please don't make me go [to school]" "You have to go," Kim would say. "It's a new school, make a new start." "Sticks and stones." from Chip. Words will only kill you.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

Because no one can be trusted.

I just want the pain to end.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

I never defended myself. Not once. I never said, "Excuse me? What gives you the right to insult and demean me?" I let them steal my dignity.

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.