Courtney Summers Quotes
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I reach for the pettiest thing I can think of because no one has a hard time believing how petty a girl can be.
I walk over to the window and peer out at the party. I like it better from this distance, away from everyone. Safe.
The silence stretches between us. Words aren't so easy to come by, after his admission. It takes him a while to dig some up.
This must be what Dorothy felt like, I think. Maybe. If Dorothy was six scared teenagers and Oz was hell.
I wouldn't do that. You don't have to accept it." He pauses. "But maybe you should hate the people responsible. Because it's not you.
I make sure to tell her I love her because more and more, I'm thinking about the last things I say before I leave.
I stare at the crowbar between us. You've never truly felt the weight of something like that until you've destroyed someone with it.
If I know anything it's that a girl never makes a case for herself by crying. It's just one more side of herself she's showed can't be trusted.
You're not responsible for everything, Parker. You can't control the way things end up. Stop trying.
It's kind of like stumbling upon the scene of an accident. Once you've looked, you're part of it. Especially if you walk away.
I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in my head, because fuck.
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.
there's no such thing as a decent human being. It's just an illusion. And when it's gone, it's really gone.
My dad always said we're at the mercy of something greater than ourselves and whatever humanity we don't show to others, we pay for. We're paying for.
You think I ever stopped wanting to die after the motel?" I ask. "You think a feeling like that just goes away?
You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.
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.
Milo and I have this drinking game about Beth: every time she annoys me, we drink.
She annoys me alot.
She annoys me alot.
Waiting around to be saved is like waiting to die and I have done more of both than anyone else in the room.
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.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, which is okay by me because his hands are forever distracting, all the things they could do.
I finally squint up at the face above and am relieved to find, not a wolf, but a woman, just like me. Until I see the uniform.
I keep my eyes fixed on those silhouettes in the distance and all I can think is how could we lost the world to something so still?
Do you have a credit card or something?" I ask because who wouldn't have a credit card handy during the zombie fucking apocalypse.
How are you feeling?"
She rubs the back of her neck. "Stupid question."
"Well, ask me and I'll tell you I'm fucking great.
She rubs the back of her neck. "Stupid question."
"Well, ask me and I'll tell you I'm fucking great.
She was supposed to be the strong one," she says.
"Sloane."
"But I've gotten so much farther than her.
"Sloane."
"But I've gotten so much farther than her.
I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I breathe in but no air gets into my lungs.
I wonder if, even after all of this, he understands how fragile good things are in my hands and how many times they've been taken away from me.
The problem with alienating, self-destructive behavior is people get it into their heads it's a cry for help. It wasn't.
I have never seen a more desperate symbol of hope since the world ended and I've never felt the world more desperate to make a mockery of it.
There's a girl out there everyone thinks is dead and maybe she is because you know all the ways there are to kill a girl? I do.
This is what pain feels like when it's happening now and I beg my body to know this difference. It won't listen to me.
It's something my body does without checking with my head first, like the obligation to be nice to him is greater than myself.