Quotes by Lauren Myracle

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy theyd be.

You should eat a waffle! You cant be sad if you eat a waffle!

I suppose shes right. Its like a metaphor for life: No one wants an ornery old goat, but we cant resist opening the door ayway. We cant keep from hoping.

So you know, im thinking that you can either keep yourself safe and not feel anything, or you can the risk of just loving him and letting him love you. she paused. Is he worth the risk? And if not what is? What are you willing to take risk for, Wren?

He slouches, DeeDee contributes.True--he needs to work on his posture, Thelma says.You guys, I say.Im serious, Thelma says. What if you get married? Dont you want to go to fancy dinners with him and be proud?You guys. We are not getting married!I love his eyes, Jolene says. If your kids get his blue eyes and your dark hair--wouldnt that be fabulous?The thing is, Thelma says, and yes, I know, this is the tricky part--but Im thinking Bliss has to actually talk to him. Am I right? Before they have their brood of brown-haired, blue-eyed children?I swat her. Im not having Mitchells children!Im sorry--what? Thelma says.Jolene is shaking her head and pressing back laughter. Her expressing says, Shhh, you crazy girl!But I dont care. If theyre going to embarrass me, then Ill embarrass them right back. I said--I raise my voice--I am not having Mitchell Trumans children!Jolene turns beet red, and she and DeeDee dissolve into mad giggles.Um, Bliss? Thelma says. Her gaze travels upward to someone behind me. The way she sucks on her lip makes me nervous.Okaaay, I think maybe I wont turn around, I announce.A person of the male persuasion clears his throat.Definitely not turning around, I say. My cheeks are burning. Its freaky and alarming how much heat is radiating from one little me.If you change your mind, we might be able to work something out, the person of the male persuasion says.About the children? DeeDee asks. Or the turning around?DeeDee! Jolene says.Both, says the male-persuasion person.I shrink in my chair, but I raise my hand over my head and wave.Um, hi, I say to the person behind me whom Im still not looking at. Im Bliss.Warm fingers clasp my own.Pleased to meet you, says the male-persuasion person. Im Mitchell.Hi, Mitchell. I try to pull my hand from his grasp, but he wont let go. Um, bye now!I tug harder. No luck. Thelma, DeeDee, and Jolene are close to peeing their pants.Fine. I twist around and give Mitchell the quickest of glances. His expressions is amused, and I grow even hotter.He squeezes my hand, then lets go. Just keep me in the loop if you do decide to bear my children. Im happy to help out. With that, he stride jauntily to the food line.Once hes gone, we lost it. Peals of laughter resound from our table, and the others in the cafeteria look at us funny. We laugh harder.Did you see! Thelma gasps. Did you see how proud he was?You improve his posture! Jolene says.Im so glad, since that was my deepest desire, I say. Oh my God, Im going to have to quit school and become a nun.I cant believe you waved at him, DeeDee says.Your hand was like a little periscope, Jolene says. Or, no--like a white surrender flag.It was a surrender flag. I was surrendering myself to abject humiliation.Oh, please, Thelma says, pulling me into a sideways hug. Think of it this way: Now youve officially talked to him.

So as a seventh grader, no, you werent friends with people you didnt like. But sometimes you also werent friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didnt make any sense if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. Thats where the sadness came in.

So, as a seventh grader,no, you werent friends with people you didnt like. But sometimesyou also werent friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didnt make any sence if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. Thats where the sadness came in.

Theyre not chicks. Theyre ducks.

I keep what I know about Sarah Lynn and Lawrence to myself. I also remind myself that even if Sarah Lynn does have a scary strict father, that doesnt release her from the responsibility of treating others with respect. Abuse of power is wrong, no matter the context, no matter the history.What is power anyway? Power is an ego trip. Power is a way to rise yourself up by lowering others, and I want nothing of it.

I was just teasing, I say. I myself dont like to eat plain butter, but hey, its a free world.

You will love the ocean. It makes you feel so... I dont know. Small, but not in a bad way. Small because you realize youre part of something bigger.

Youve just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move on.

But if I didnt know Kate, then maybe I didnt know myself-and if was that not-knowing that made my gut clench. Like losing your balance, that whoosh of almost falling, before pulling yourself back in line.

We all mess up. Its what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

Can you just trust in our love, without asking me to prove it every single second?

Youre allowed to have thoughts, she reminded herself. Just because others might scoff, that doesnt mean you wont anymore.

But he thought that if the world was layered with meaning, then she was the evidence, right here.

Any sentence that combined I love you and but could not be good.

She felt justified in hurting him, because he had hurt her...but now all her justifications fell away like dead butterflies...