Quotes by Kasie West

I turn my head so that he doesnt see my smile and secretly curse him for making me feel special.

Stop worrying about someone elses feelings for once and worry about your grade.

Dad, shes beautiful. I remember where she was standing.

Once Addie let someone in, she was impossible to forget. There was something about her that crawled inside a person and built a nice comfy home there, her goodness expanding until it filled every limb.

I had seen a different side of her, the one where she didnt feel threatened by me, and I liked that side. That side was vulnerable and happy and kind.

Ive been thinking, Jules saidNever a good thing I thought

Note to self: Caymen is very good at sarcasm.”“If you’re recording notes for an official record, I’d like the word ‘very’ stricken and replaced with ‘exceptionally.

Revenge is never the answer

His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.

A wrong was just righted. Take care of my best friend.

He looked at the cash siting there Whats that for? I made myself smile A good time.

He sighed. Does it get tiring?What?Always thinking youre right.I smiled. No, not really. Its other people not realizing Im right that gets tiring.

I dont like the words Im fine. My mom tells me those two words are the most-frequently-told lie in the English lenguage.

He laughs again. “You’re different, Caymen.”“Different than what?”“Than any other girl I’ve met.”Considering most of the girls he’d met probably had fifty times as much money as I did, that wasn’t a hard feat to accomplish. Thinking about that makes my eyes sting.“It’s refreshing. You make me feel normal.”“Huh. I better work on that because you’re far from normal.”He smiles and pushes my shoulder playfully. My heart slams into my ribs. “Caymen.”I take another handful of dirt and smash it against his neck then try to make a quick escape. He grabs me from behind, and I see his hand, full of dirt, coming toward my face when the warning beeps of the tractor start up.“Saved by the gravediggers,” he says.

When I was dating, my girlfriends and I used to say, ‘Don’t cry in front of him before date three.’ ”“Cry?” I echoed, frowning.“Yeah. Guys gets skittish when you cry.”“I don’t think I have to worry about that one.”“You don’t cry?”“I don’t make it to date three.

Why are you lying to me? Im so tired of people lying to me. Do I not deserve the truth? Do I look like someone who cant handle it?

Not the “be yourself” line. I loathe that line. As if Myself and Tic have met before and gotten along, so all I have to do is make sure Myself is there this time. So illogical.

“Why are you lying to me? Im so tired of people lying to me. Do I not deserve the truth? Do I look like someone who cant handle it?”

“Even though I knew this might end in heartbreak, that he might make my life scary and complicated and unpredictable, I knew I couldnt let him walk away. Because I knew hed also make my life happy and comforting and full.”