Brenna Yovanoff Quotes
Top 85 wise famous quotes and sayings by Brenna Yovanoff
Brenna Yovanoff Famous Quotes & Sayings
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You asked me about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to be anywhere but with you.
Intention is one of the most powerful forces there is. What you mean when you do a thing will always determine the outcome. The law creates the world.
It seemed so hopeless, so impossible that a life could rest on such a small thing (the human heart).
I'd been living on dreams so long it was hard to know if any one of the fifteen things happening inside my head was real.
The sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.
He sighs, smiling a resigned little smile. "Waverly, you make me want to die, but it's in the best way. You have no idea.
Finny Boone is probably a sociopath. A big, lighter-stealing sociopath, but his eyes are steady and complicated.
All I want is for you to stand here and watch the people you love be horribly mutilated. Is that too much to ask?
You're terribly selfish, you know. I've loved you so long, and it was never dear or precious to you. I might as well have not loved you at all.
Truman Flynn is a piece of paper in my coat pocket. He is a memory of water and of loss, his hand sliding free from mine, no way to hold on.
All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.
I still can't picture what he does in his every day life when he's not busy with school or misdemeanors or me.
I'm thinking that my best friend killed herself so slow it was almost like a magic trick, and other people let her do it.
He'd been old, and I'd been little, but still, it seemed wrong that someone so comforting in his dailiness could simply stop existing.
You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.
I didn't know how to respond to that. There was something disturbing about being responsible for partially decayed girls going swimming.
Everything smells like mildew, and the grim commitment to filth that can only be cultivated by post-adolescent boys.
The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.
It's not the wisest thing - love - but when it happens, there's not a lot you can do to stop it. Sometimes you just have to soldier on through.
It's hazardous, though, being that much to someone. When you're the yardstick that everything else is measure against, eventually, you just fail.
History was a tangled thing, people were resilient, and the one constant law of the world was that it would heal.
Look, you don't want to put the power in the hands of the people, okay? You're just going to get three hundred write-in votes for My Dick.
He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.
Sometimes being who you are - whoever you are - is hard. Sometimes, you can have it all together and still drive yourself crazy.
Sometimes this was just the way the game ended. Sometimes you did your best, and it all went straight to hell anyway.
Why are you so determined to destroy yourself?" I say, and my voice is very small.
"I don't know," he whispers back. "Why are you?
"I don't know," he whispers back. "Why are you?
Their lead guitar sounded like what would happen if someone wedged a traffic accident into a blender.
I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.
I thought he made me a different person altogether, but maybe I was always holding those pieces inside me, waiting for a chance to use them.
Tender," she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.
They?" he said, sounding apprehensive.
"Me. They're like me."
"Don't be a jackass," Roswell said, but not meanly. "No one's like you.
"Me. They're like me."
"Don't be a jackass," Roswell said, but not meanly. "No one's like you.
My father's answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.
Her voice was like loneliness. It was regret. She sang about a past you couldn't get out of and didn't want.
Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she'd rather die than go back to a man she didn't love.
For the past month and a half, it's been inanely hot every single day. Someone's bound to feel a little homicidal now and then.
It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.