Quotes by Sarah Ockler

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when its over, you feel like you dont have any bones left to hold you up.

I really dont even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, Im heavy, like theres to much gravity on my heart.

Nothing ever really goes away--it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.

Anna, he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair.Dont you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party? No. Just, then, i didnt know what anything meant.

In your entire life, you can probably count your true friends on one hand. Maybe even on one finger. Those are the friends you need to cherish, and I wouldnt trade one of them for a hundred of the other kind. Id rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people who arent real. People who are just passing time.

See, some people politely encourage their tone-deaf friends to sing. Some people even convince them to go on live television and audition for national competitions. But me? I am not that friend.

Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. --

I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didnt exist anymore. That the person I missed didnt exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldnt all day long but that never works.

Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold.

It takes a strong woman to lose everything, then stand naked in front of the mirror and face herself again. You need time, honey. And I dont mean time for it to go away. I mean time to learn how to live with it. This is a pain youll always carry.

It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.

I cant stop thinking about what he felt like against my body, against my lips. I cant remember anything else, anything before that. And I realize in this moment that Ive finally done it. That horrible, awful thing I swore I would never do.The frosting. The cigarettes. The blue glass triangle. The shooting stars. The taste of his mouth on mine in the hall closet. Gone. All I can think about is Sam. Matt is – erased. My whole body is warm and buzzing. Sam is smiling next to me, because of me. And Ive never felt so lonely in all my life.

Im not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. Im not sure of anything.

But I knew he wouldnt kiss me. Not tonight. Not like this. There was too much between us now, all the words and near misses. All the potential, the alternate futures that would stretch out before us in an unending spiral, all built on what happened in this moment. I held his fiery gaze and remembered the five-oh, the half-and-half, the promises Id whispered to myself in the dawn light.I might lose all my memories one day, but that wouldnt keep me from making them.

Im still dropping dishes thinking in slow motion about the GPS woman in Moms car. I imagine her beckoning me from outside the kitchen window illuminated like some robot-angel calling me forth to the Lexus where she will ferry me off to that planet of monotonous peace that special otherworldly place where all the residents are relaxed and confident and completely numb. Your life will. Get better in. Six. Point four. Million. Miles.

Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-thats what everyone said.

You ask me why I’m nice to you,” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.

They say you can never step into the same river twice. And maybe thats how it was for Papi now, memories shifting and re-forming soundlessly beneath him while the rest of us sat on the shore and watched.

They tear each other apart. Sometimes there arent any happy endings or logical explanations and we just have to accept that and move on. Sometimes it really is that simple.