M.white Quotes

when you lose your sails, row.

There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.

But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.

I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.

Every woman needs a daughter to tell her stories to.

Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.

Don’t see the notes. See the music. See the story it is telling you. Allow the music to change you. Allow it to give you the courage to do whatever you need to

Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.

We're kind of a weird band anyway, where we never fit in with indie or pop. We never really sat with either of those genres fully.

I think the best thing for us is to just write songs that we like.

In all honesty, we never tried to get the number-one song anywhere anyway.

I have never taken any substance to enhance my performance.

Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.

It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start.

You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.

You wonderful girl. I’ve missed you so much.” “Well, now that we’re both unemployed fugitives, think of how much time we’ll have to hang out!

I kind of wish they’d shut up,” Jack said. “Dude, true dat,” Lend answered. Jack nodded solemnly. “For serious.

Give me a mirror.Or holy water. I'll drink it,even!" I gasped as someone threw water on the side of my face. "A little warning next time would be nice.

Fun-run" indeed,what a misnomer. That'd be like saying "calm gremlin" or "pleasant hag." Or 'entertaining history textbook.

It's a good thing we're pretty to look at," I said as Lend sat down on the orange plastic seats next to me. "Because we don't have much else going for us as bowlers.

Say what you will about zombies and their hygeine issues,at least they kill you fast.College acceptance boards? They like to draw out the torment as long as possible.

Evie? Evie! Ouch!" Jack yanked his hand out of mine,shaking it and glaring at me. "I need these fingers later.

Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.

Can I take a rain check? Weekends are busy for me." He shrugged, his perma smile back in all its dimpled glory. "You'd probably figure out a way to nearly get killed, anyway.

No worries.You go save the world.I'm gonna finish getting a cavity.

He's just a little unbalanced and lonely." He put his arms around my waist, frowning. "Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?" "I'll suggest it.

Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.

Something smashed to the ground. Jack looked at me, all the mugs forgotten. "I'm not going to let anyone kill you." He grinned. "If I don't get to, no one should.

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

Survival instincts are one of those things that never die.

-'I don't see what good it's going to do for you to waltz back in there and--' -'Can I tango back in there, instead? So much sexier than the waltz.

We linked hands—my ex-boyfriend, my boyfriend, and my former friend-then-enemy-then friend and I—and walked through a door to see if maybe empty carbs were good for something after all.

Do you have any sort of plan?” Jack asked. “Not really.” “Eh, just as well. It’ll be less of a disappointment when you fail.

Don't go alone," Lend said, his voice tight with concern. "I'll take Jack." "Oh, wonderful, take the other psychotic guy in your life to go find the first one.

Maybe I shouldn’t mouth off to the elemental I kinda hoped was my future mother-in-law.

I—What on earth just happened?” “Well, nothing on Earth, obviously.

Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too.

Reth laughed. I punched him. It hurt. Me, not him, unfortunately.

...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.

Actually, you’re way off.” “Oh?” the guard asked. “Yup. She’s not a werewolf, she’s a chupacabra. Have you noticed a lot of missing goats lately?

I still had an irrational desire to do an interpretive dance about rainbows, but it was a small price to pay for being healed.

If I ever saw him again,he was going to get a proper introduction to Tasey.

He saved me. He freaking electrocuted himself to save me. I’m gonna be there when he wakes up so I can tell him thanks.

No,you're officially banned from listening to us. Or thinking about this. Or even thinking about thinking about this, understand?

Many of the male faeries had their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare. (How’s this for freaky: no nipples or belly buttons.)