Top 100 Sarah Ockler Quotes
#1. You can't help who you love,"he says,"even if the timing is horrendous.
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#2. Not so long ago I'd been convinced that losing my voice was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, the worst tragedy. But since then I'd been losing my whole self, everything I stood for, believed in, felt. Everything I ever wanted to be. Everything I ever was.
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#3. Sometimes life's most important moments are quiet, a decision made quick and calm.
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#4. Emilio smiled, and it was like, stubble, dimples, scar. Damn.
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#5. He loved to read. He loved words, the way they string together into sentences and stories. He wanted to study them, to know and create them, to share them with the world.
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#6. Somewhere along the seashore, a strange wind blows over the ocean, and twenty oblivious boys simultaneously look up from their surfboards.
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#7. The only thing that's ours to accept is the fact that we don't always get to know the answers.
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#8. Every day you wake up and think, we'll fix things tomorrow.
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#9. Pictures couldn't tell the whole story anyway. That was the other thing about them - they were always a carefully edited glimpse, a story out of context.
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#10. You think we live in Norway or something? Amir Jordan is Pakistani. There's also an Asian guy, some Puerto Ricans, and the starting left wing has, like, carrot-hair. he must be Irish. It's the whole UN over there.
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#11. What if I come back and I'm different, Anna? Sometimes you go to a place where everything is different, and everything you ever know changes, and no one ever looks at you the same?
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#12. For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.
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#13. Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that's what everyone said.
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#14. Anyway, what about you? How's, um, Abby? Angie? What's her name?
Oh, Hudson. Your suavity is an example to us all.
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#15. I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.
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#16. Because I realized I was falling for another guy, fifty-six.
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#17. 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.
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#18. Everyone says that the internet is so awesome because you can connect with people from all over the world, but I think it's the opposite. The internet doesn't make it easier to connect with anyone - it just makes it so you don't really have to.
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#19. Whenever we'd pass a penny on the sidewalk, Matt wouldn't touch it. 'Let someone else have a lucky day,' he'd say.
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#20. Not only does he reduce my best friend's emotional state to something akin to an annoying rash, he also plants a new seed in my already overcrowded brain
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#21. And I don't want to talk about it, because one day his name will brush against my lips in her presence, and through and involuntary blushing of the cheeks, a misting of the eyes, a breath drawn too tightly, or a single tear, the secret I'm supposed to keep locked up forever will be revealed
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#22. Emilio and his brothers had been a topic of more Jude-and-Zoe middle school gabfests than the Cullens, the Lightwoods, or any of the other mysterious yet fictional bad boys we dreamed about back then, and she'd freak if she knew he'd resurfaced.
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#23. Every story is part of a whole, entire life, you know? Happy and sad and tragic and whatever, but an entire life. And books let you know them.
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#24. I wonder how much we don't see. How much of our lives we witness and accept as truth when the rest of the iceberg - the heaviest, bulkiest part - is buried and invisible.
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#25. Hear you're training again," she says. "For the Capriani Cup."
"Who told-"
"You did," she says. "Just now.
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#26. You know it wouldn't kill you to walk, right, old man?"
"Maybe not. Wouldn't kill you to keep your clothes on, either.
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#27. I'd rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people aren't real.
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#28. Some people call it child labor. I call it ... let's not get technical.
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#29. I'll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about him.
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#30. you can't promise yourself that you're not going to fall in love with someone. I'm not exactly a relationship expert, but I don't think it works that way
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#32. No matter how long you waited, no matter how hard you wished, no matter how much you missed the past, time marched forward.
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#33. Love didn't save me; it changed me. Changed me into someone who could save myself.
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#34. How can you say it was all a lie?" I ask, just above a whisper. "Matt was my best friend. I loved him that way always. 'We have to look out for her.' That was the last thing he said to me alone. And then he died. What was I supposed to do, Frank? Tell me?
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#35. Blackthorn? Please. Shut. Up. I grab the collar of his jacket and pull him into me, answering every last protest with a kiss- a real one, deep and intentional.
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#36. My eyes were closed and his mouth tasted like marzipan flowers and clove cigarettes, and in ten seconds the whole of my life was wrapped up in that one kiss, that one wish, that one secret that would forever divide my life into two parts.
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#37. When one dream burns to ash, you don't crumble beneath it. You get on your hands and knees, and you sift through those ashes until you find the very last ember, the very last spark. Then you breathe. You breathe. You fucking breathe. And you make a new fire.
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#38. I used to think certain people in my life were the real deal. That we'd stay tight forever.
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#39. This boy wore the ocean in his eyes, green-gray-blue, ever shifting, and I recognized him immediately. Knew before he said another word that he was as dangerous as he was beautiful.
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#40. I just swallow hard.
Nod and smile.
One foot in front of the other.
I'm fine, thanks for not asking.
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#41. Don't settle, okay? Not for anything. I mean it. You only get this one chance at life, far as I know. Take it. Even if its not with me.
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#42. Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.
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#43. Maybe he's just ... craving the meatloaf?"
Dani hops off the counter and gives me the once over. "Craving the meatloaf? Is that what the kids are calling it now?
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#44. What good are all those bits of nostalgia when the one thing that truly holds you to a place - the one thing that really makes it home over any other dot on the map - crumbles?
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#45. Anger was sharp edged and clear. Grief was messy, blurry.
But in the end both left you hollowed out inside.
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#46. Abby's my sister, Hudson. We're twins."
"Oh thank God! I mean thank God ... that you ... have a sister ... what a special ... um, napkin?
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#47. Oh, so you're untouchable, huh, Delilah? You and your fucked-up relationship with your mother and everyone else in your life? Great. Does getting pissed at me make it better? does it fix ANYTHING?"
"You! Can't! Fix! Me!
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#48. Nothing ever really goes away
it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
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#49. His pink fingers found the shell around my neck, touched it softly. He lifted it and saw the scar. His brow furrowed.
He whispered, "Is your voice inside the shell?"
I smiled a little sadly.
"That's okay," he said. "We don't have to talk to be friends.
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#50. I've played a few times, Anna. Remember the parties?"
"Not exactly." I must have been in the bathroom during that part of the nonexistent parties, hiding out from the vomiting hot girl while Frankie completed her beer pong apprenticeship.
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#51. I understand how easy it would be to lose yourself in the heart of another. It's frightening. Exhilarating. An ocean with no lifeguard.
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#52. Keep it," he says. "Something to remember me by."
"I don't need a sweatshirt for that," I say, already putting it back on.
"Then keep it because it's cool."
"Deal.
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#53. What if he thinks I'm a tourist girl looking for some romantics long distance love affair just so she can share his gushing, beach-stained postcards with her friends?
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#54. But once in a while, you pick the right thing, the exact best thing. Every day, the moment you open your eyes and pull off your blankets, that's what you hope for. The sunshine on your face,warm enough to make you heart sing.
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#55. Sometimes love was a tonic. Sometimes it was a weapon. And so often it was nearly impossible to tell the difference
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#56. Not everybody gets a happy ending, however deserved it may be. Life had been doing its damnedest to teach me that, starting with my first saltwater breath, the day my mother died at sea.
But that didn't mean we were giving up.
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#57. I promise I'll take you there someday. I want to see it with you. I want to see everything with you.
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#58. Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you.
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#59. Emily, Megan, Jack, Luna, Patrick ... they helped me learn what true friendship is. It's never perfect, but it is important.
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#60. Sometimes I think I'm an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
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#61. My journal, my written thoughts like the lost children of my soul
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#62. We have the ability to pass our memories on. We just have to tell them to someone.
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#63. We can get used to just about anything but it doesn't mean it's okay
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#64. Sometimes a tarnished life was worse than a swift death.
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#65. But when he died, I saw
nothing. There was nothing left to see.
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#66. Heartless, someone called me the other day. A heartless bitch.
But that's where I get stuck.
If I'm so heartless, what's this bruised thing in my chest, full of fire and hope, banging so loud I can't sleep, can't think? What is it that aches when he kisses me, aches when I walk away?
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#67. According to the crazy, bug-eating guys on those survival shows, human beings are the most adaptable creatures on earth- we can get used to just about anything. Doesn't mean it's okay. I mean, who wants to get used to eating grubs and collecting maple leaves for toiler paper? No thanks.
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#68. Your heart's pounding like mad,' he whispered. Fingers brushed my collarbone, tapped gently. 'Ba-bom. Ba-bom.
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#69. Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it.
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#71. What they hadn't talked about was betrayal. How something you'd known and loved forever could turn on you, could break your heart even as it left you alive.
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#72. I wonder how many loose buttons there are in this world, just rolling around in a jar without a mate or a blouse to go on. No purpose. Just siting there unnoticed. Forgotten.
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#73. No one can be your reason to stay- you have to want it.
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#74. The first moments of being awake are neutral, as they always are, waiting for us to assign memory and meaning from the day before.
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#75. That was the thing about pictures. No matter how beautiful, they couldn't capture the truly felt parts of a moment.
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#76. Have some carrots. They're good for your eyes."
"Then you have some fries. They're good for your ... I don't know. They're just good.
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#77. They tear each other apart. Sometimes there aren't any happy endings or logical explanations and we just have to accept that and move on. Sometimes it really is that simple.
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#78. The sun rises over the Grand Canyon, igniting rocks that have been there for two billion years before we were born and will likely remain two billion years after we're gone. My heart aches with the cruel and unimaginable beauty of it. We are nothing. We are everything.
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#79. When you don't feel like talking, no one can force you, no matter how many stories and secrets might be locked inside.
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#80. Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.
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#82. But when you're in the middle of being in love with someone, you just don't stop to ask, "Matt,
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#83. Same people. Same hellos and goodbyes. Same beginnings and endings. Same befores and afters.
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#84. But homegirl don't know jack about hockey!
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#85. ...Dads are supposed to be the strong ones. That's probably why Red has so many lines on his forehead. All the hurt goes up there to hide.
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#86. Because maybe Watonka was only ever supposed to be a temporary stopover, and maybe I will chase that train over the hill, and maybe we're all destined to leave this place, for sure, for real, together or alone. But for right now, we're here.
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#87. No matter what happens next, I'm not letting this turn into another two weeks of silence, the entire history of us summed up in a series of near misses and almosts just because neither of us had the snowballs to say anything.
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#88. Anna," he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair."Don't you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?" "No." Just, then, i didn't know what anything meant.
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#89. The girl who'd written volumes on the walls but never said a word.
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#90. I told him that I would love him with everything I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it.
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#91. There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are.
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#92. There were tears in his eyes. The ocean rose inside him, and I looked away, before it got me, too.
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#93. It's strange," I say, rubbing my feet against his. "I feel like I should be sad, but I'm not. It's not that I won't miss you, but it just feels like-"
"Like everything is going to be okay anyway," he says, finishing my thought.
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#94. If you could, would you ask
For moonbeams in a heart of glass?
For sun rays on the silver sea?
Or would you ask for me?
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#95. Sometimes you gotta just take things for what they are and appreciate them, not try to label it or explain it. Explanations take the mystery out of it, you know?
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#96. Because they're parents. It's in the job description. Must drive minivans. Must be immune to fashion. Must be freaks.
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#97. I was falling in love.
I am losing my father.
With Emilio Vargas.
To smoke and shadow.
My heart fluttered.
My heart aches.
To feel it.
To deny it.
Life.
Death.
Possibilities.
Endings
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#98. It takes forty muscles to frown, and only twelve to jam a cupcake in your mouth and get over it.
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#99. There were lots of ways to lose your voice.
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#100. You know, when a person is murdered, you can miss that person and put all of your anger into hating the killer, even if you don't know who the killer is. You also have the choice of forgiveness. But when someone takes her own life, she is the killer.
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