Top 100 Francesca Lia Block Quotes
#2. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
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#3. Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.
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#4. The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.
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#5. We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.
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#6. I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.
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#7. Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.
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#8. I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
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#9. Some people think you begin to grow up when you stop trying to figure out who you are.
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#10. This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.
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#12. What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?
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#13. He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.
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#15. I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
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#19. His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place ... The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.
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#20. You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.
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#21. One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
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#22. Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
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#23. She wears a Val Surf T-shirt and boys' boxer shorts and she has a boy's phone number scrawled on her hand. Part of her wants to spit on it and rub it off, and part of her wishes it was written in huge numbers across her belly, his name in gang letters, like a tattoo.
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#24. My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex.
And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.
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#26. Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards ... It's a magpie Christmas market.
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#27. This way she could feel the rush of warm air, blowing back her hair as if she were a plant. She could go out into the night and become a part of it and forget who she was.
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#28. He smells like night-blooming flowers
Crushed, juicy petals on the pillows
His voice is full of ocean
Humming like the surf
He kneels before me like I am his goddess
He is a god
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#29. I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
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#31. Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that for me or not or if it was real love or just my sadness about my dad that had turned into longing. Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.
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#33. I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both.
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#34. I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive 'stress' of intense happiness, can compel me to express myself through the written word.
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#35. You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.
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#36. I thought he had taken my soul, said Rev.
I thought he took mine, too. But no one can. It's just been sleeping.
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#38. My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.
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#39. My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.
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#43. But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
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#44. He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
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#46. You'll have to take me to some museums, he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men's rooms across the country.
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#47. She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.
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#48. Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
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#50. It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
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#51. We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters
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#52. Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
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#53. In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren't. Searching.
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#54. The lesson of this life is not for me to touch you again. It is to accept who I am now and not feel shame.
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#55. Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn't afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We're off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun.
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#56. I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood.
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#57. He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.
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#58. Like Beauty. But she only pricked her finger. I had a spindle through my heart.
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#59. Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.
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#60. I am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project, I give myself a little time and then start the next one.
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#63. The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.
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#64. I dont know about happily ever after ... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought..
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#65. We both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)
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#66. What sexual preference do you hope she has?" "Happiness." Isnt that cool?
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#67. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hands like a fish.
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#68. Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will.
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#69. You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up.
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#70. Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.
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#71. Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.
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#73. She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.
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#74. When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oceans of the world.
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#75. People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.
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#76. In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.
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#77. No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.
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#78. Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.
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#79. I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.
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#81. Writing is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It can be, but ultimately I believe that if you push through, the process is healing and exhilarating.
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#82. If you were sad about something that hadn't happened yet you couldn't be disappointed.
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#83. Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, I think I missed you before I met you even.
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#84. You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.
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#85. I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.
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#87. It's scary to become a woman in this world. We have to understand that some of the messages we get, messages that we are not enough, are there to keep our power in check. We can't buy into these messages.
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#91. It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that - whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.
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#92. And then
with the curse, or, in this case, blessing, of the unpopular, the unathletic, the overweight, the strange
they vanished like shadows into the spring night.
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#93. You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe.
If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.
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#94. Stories are like genies ... They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do.
Our stories can set us free ... When we set them free.
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#96. I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.
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#97. Choose to believe in your own myth
your own glamour
your own spell
a young woman who does this
(even if she is just pretending)
has everything ...
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#98. She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.
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#100. Everyone whirled around her, entranced by the stories in which they recognized themselves, but in the stories they were also more than themselves and it always felt at the end fulfilled, not meaningless and empty like life can sometimes feel.
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