Quotes by Robyn Schneider

Life is the tragedy, she said bitterly. You know how they categorize Shakespeares plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, its a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, its a tragedy. So were all living tragedies, because we all end the same way, and it isnt with a goddamn wedding.

Thats all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going.

Theres difference between being dead and dying. Were all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

If everything really does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. But thats crap, because better isnt quantifiable.

And the thing about trying to cheat death is that, in the end, you still lose.

I love that theres such a rivalry. Its like, leaf water versus bean water, ya know? - Charlie

I didnt realise youd ridden here on your high horse

..pain cant be taken away. It has to leave on its own. And I wasnt sure mine was the type of pain that wanted to go away.

Its strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

In AP Bio, I learned that the cells in our body are replaced every seven years, which means that one day Ill have a body full of cells that were never sick. But it also means that the parts of me that knew and loved Sadie will disappear. Ill still remember loving her, but itll be a different me who loved her. And maybe this is how we move on. We grow new cells to replace the grieving ones, diluting our pain until it loses potency.

Art is pain. And so is life.

Were living tragedies, just passing time til our funerals.

We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary--made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isnt whether or not you believe in imaginary people; its whether or not you want to.I think Ill stick with reality, I said, handing Cassidy back her phone.She stared at it, and then me, disappointed. Id think you of all people would want to escape.Imaginary prisoners are still prisoners.

I still think that everyones life, no matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst - the first step in the equation. But knowing the first step will get you nowhere - its what comes after that determines the result.

And I realized that theres a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.

We mourn the future because its easier than admitting that were miserable in the present.

Words could betray you if you chose the wrong ones, or mean less if you used too many. Jokes could be grandly miscalculated, or stories deemed boring, and Id learned early on that my sense of humor and ideas about what sorts of things were fascinating didnt exactly overlap with my friends.

You see? Youre just figuring it out now, but I discovered a long time ago that the smarter you are, the more tempting it is to just let people imagine you. We move through each others lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.

I wondered what things what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once wed gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable.

Youre funny. Phoebe passed me the last chocolate cupcake. And I always thought your friends were laughing over their own farts.Ninety percent of Eastwoods male population laughs over their own farts. Present company excluded, naturally.