The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself. Elizabeth Scott More Quotes by Elizabeth Scott More Quotes From Elizabeth Scott I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did. Elizabeth Scott wish feels I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real. Elizabeth Scott tired real morning You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can Elizabeth Scott matter want You know who you are you just have to believe it. Elizabeth Scott who-you-are knows believe What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie. Elizabeth Scott girl lying thinking And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red. Elizabeth Scott red stupid beautiful I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate. Elizabeth Scott guy soul thinking I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t. Elizabeth Scott ends want thinking ..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine. Elizabeth Scott heart wind fall Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything. Elizabeth Scott darling world So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want...So then try (to be happy). Elizabeth Scott matter want trying I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face. Elizabeth Scott pouting bread faces She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise. Elizabeth Scott saws real morning Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you. Elizabeth Scott next doors people I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind. Elizabeth Scott rocks kissing people That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh. Elizabeth Scott cute mean kids It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are. Elizabeth Scott bullshit labels people Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name. Elizabeth Scott reading school thinking How come you like Josh so much anyway? All he does is sit around drinking overpriced coffee and bitching about how awful things are" "He cares about the world." "If he cared about the world, he'd donate the ten thousand dollars he must spend on coffee every year to charity. That would be doing something. Elizabeth Scott coffee drinking years Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me. Elizabeth Scott flirting hate song
