Top 89 Autumn Doughton Quotes
#1. Real life is me searching for answers but winding up feeling more lost than ever. Looking
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#3. She grimaces. 'Yeah, maybe you were a bad friend but I'm a good friend so I understand and I'll take you back. Let's just begin again.
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#4. Ellie, I came back early because I was driving everyone around me crazy. When I wasn't texting you or talking to you, I was talking about you, and thinking about you, and wondering about you ... you get the idea.
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#6. Wise words are all well and good when they are spoken by wise people, but when egomaniacal assholes are tossing them around, they are just words.
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#7. Aimee, what if, she asked, you decided to let go? And I wondered if she'd been listening to me at all. Because all I do is let go.
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#8. His fingers trace letters on my flesh. He's handing me back my own words. This is real
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#9. If the question is: what's more mortifying than professing your love to a boy and having him turn and walk away from you? The answer is: professing your love to a boy, while standing in front of your friends, parents and a hundred strangers, and having him turn and walk away from you.
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#10. I like her in my shirt and think she could wear a potato sack and still look dead sexy. But I keep that detail to myself because sometimes the truth is a kamikaze mission: there's no coming back from it.
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#11. ...people called it justice, but prison doesn't make everything better," he observes. "Just because someone pays a price doesn't mean they didn't steal from you to begin with.
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#13. A part of me so desperately wanted to believe it was possible, but the other part of me knew that holding on to false hope can be a dangerous thing.
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#14. Don't you get it? No one has ever been anything to me until you.
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#15. Alex was a world. He was an entire galaxy. A universe of possibilities.
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#16. Maybe the truth is that all I've ever wanted is to be good for somebody else.
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#17. I probably could have handled things a hell of a lot better, but what do you do when someone shoves a grenade at you, pulls the pin and tells you to make the best of the situation? Fuck if I know.
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#18. Maybe the point isn't whether or not you become a moth or a butterfly. Maybe the point is that, either way, you've got wings.
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#19. Here's what I think: it's one thing to know that rejection is coming, and it's an entirely different thing when it arrives.
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#20. Because, all things considered, researching the mating habits of squid didn't sound so terrible anymore.
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#21. What if this is all that I am? Chaos and shadows. Confused memories desperately seeking out the light. What if all the bits of me that meant something good are still trapped in that mangled car? What if I was able to crawl through that window, but I never really got out? "It
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#22. Maybe you aren't wrong. Maybe she is inside of you. But I don't think she's making a racket because she's trying to get out. I think she just wants to make sure you know that she's there.
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#23. She looks skeptical. "A bird attacked you?" "Not quite." I give a chagrined sigh. "A bird shit in my eye.
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#25. I closed my eyes and lay flat With my back to the ocean And my face to the sky. I lifted my hands and caught ribbons of wind
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#26. Maybe some things are fragile, but your heart is not one of them. It is invincible.
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#27. Was her thong chafing her ass or did she really dislike me that much.
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#28. People are just preprogrammed to want what they don't have. It's like it's a universal law.
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#29. You know, I never should have let you not be my friend. It's not healthy for either of us.
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#30. It's the kind of music you want to listen to while you lay on the grass and get lost in the sky. It feels like sunshine breaking on your skin.
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#31. Happiness isn't something that you plan for. It comes knocking unexpectedly, just like opportunity. And it's up to you to answer the door and invite it inside.
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#33. I'm being fair, it was the best kiss of my life- a kiss that finds all your seams and pulls them apart, stitch by detail stitch.
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#34. Oh. My. God. I'd been dissed. Majorly. Because I was an ugly, disgusting ogre. Snot was probably pouring from my nostrils onto the ground.
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#35. Her. One word. A simple pronoun that seems like an entire vocabulary.
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#37. Or we can settle in and watch every single episode of Sherlock." "Now you're talking." Benedict Cumberbatch is my homeboy.
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#38. All we get are moments, Cole. One at a time, like heartbeats. Once all of them is gone, that's it. No do-overs. No repeats. Every moment possesses its down kind of magic and what we do with it counts. It counts.
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#39. He looks at you like you're the only person in the room. Like he's trapped underwater and you're an oxygen tank. Like he's in anaphylactic shock and you're an EpiPen.
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#41. You can't focus on what you should or shouldn't write or who you should or shouldn't be like. Just write for yourself and eventually you'll get to that place you want to be.
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#42. I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.
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#43. I wanted to turn away but I was trapped in that spot
in that moment
by those moon eyes. Because even though I couldn't see them, I could feel them looking at me and they burned me so badly that my legs didn't work.
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#44. My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies.
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#46. Maybe the problem with lying is that once you start faking it, it's impossible to tell where the make-believe you ends and the real you begins. It's hard to be who you are, but it's even harder to keep up the lie.
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#47. This is how you unraveled me. Thread by thread. Until I was bare, Wearing nothing but my skin And my bones And my blood.
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#48. Love isn't an accident or something that just happens when you're not looking. Love is a choice, not a chance.
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#49. But I broke your heart," she whispers. I shrug and kiss her again. "You break it, you buy it.
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#50. But, here's a sad fact: perfect isn't meant to be. When you aim for perfect, you just wind up ruined.
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#51. And on the bad days I'm not even sure that I exist anymore. Today is a bad day.
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#52. In my defense, the Easter Bunny is the weakest link in magical lore. I mean, you have to admit that the whole thing is ridiculous. A giant rodent who sneaks into people's homes at night to leave eggs filled with candy? How in the world is that symbolic of the Easter celebration?
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#53. It was at times like this when I wished people still had old school phones because, more than anything, I wanted to slam mine down.
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#54. A new song begins, and in the dark, we listen, letting lyrics about love and suffering and hope fall over us.
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#56. I'm so far gone that I almost lift her face and kiss her on the mouth. I almost admit to her that I'm losing myself. I almost tell her I love her. Insane, I know.
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#57. And, you know, when all is said and done, it really is better to wind up feeling scared and stupid than not feel anything at all.
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#58. It's not perfect, but nothing is perfect except for an idea of something," he goes on, "And if we aren't experiencing the world and all we do is think about our idea of the world, then why bother with any of it?
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#59. The need to write overshadowed everything. I needed to get down the words more than I needed oxygen to breathe. I was almost feverish with it.
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#60. That's it. I've had enough of this talking crap. I reach my hands up. I cup his chin and bring his mouth to mine.
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#61. Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the world ripping apart.
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#62. In fact, I noticed everything about Alex. Like that his left nostril was slightly larger than his right nostril. And the way he ate a Kit Kat bar: chocolate first and then the layers of wafer separately. I could pick his one sneeze in a room full of sneezers.
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#63. As I move to the front office, I bring the warm copies to my face and breathe them in. This is a weird habit of mine - sniffing copies. I do the same thing when I get a new book. What can I say? I have a paper sniffing problem. Things could be worse.
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#65. When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper. 'Willow, it's never too late. And there's always a way to begin again.
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#66. When he touches me, the sky and the earth switch places.
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#69. Nobody wants to know about the nightmares or the riptide of memories constantly trying to drag me under. The world doesn't want to be forced to look at my scars.
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#70. If I could do just one near perfect thing I'd be happy. They'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes. On second thoughts, I'd rather hang around and be there with my best friend if she wants me. ~Belle and Sebastian "If She Wants Me
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#71. We don't want to lose you. Didn't she realize that I was already gone.
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#72. Crushes are for fourteen year olds. Ellie, I would describe what's happening to you as falling.
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#73. This is no shy, just-between-friends kiss. This is a kiss unlike any that I've ever had. It's the kiss of a hundred thumping kick drums, a raging earthquake.
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#74. I have serious issues with families in coordinated clothing. Just sayin
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#75. This girl is some strange cross-pollination of wide-eyed innocence and tear-your-balls-off scrappiness and all I can think is, where the hell has she been all my life?
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#76. I can assure you that a kiss under the influence does not equal long-lasting romance.
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#77. I discovered that normalcy can be like an extra layer of clothing that you put on in the morning.
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#78. You don't get my permission to break my fucking heart.
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#79. I think they look like little pieces of green confetti decorating the grey cement walk and that seems all wrong.
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#80. Crawl 'til dawn on my hands and knees Goddamn these vampires for what they've done to me. ~Mountain Goats "Damn These Vampires
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#81. And this is the room One afternoon I knew that I could love you And from above you I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go. ~Neutral Milk Hotel "King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
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#83. Loving her is strange and confusing and damn risky. And if I had the chance I'd choose it all over again.
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#84. I guess, sometimes the most inexplicable things end up being the ones that work the best.
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#85. Then I'd say that I'm fucking sick and tired of getting in the way of myself.
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#86. Sometimes things don't work out like we plan. Like, maybe life has other things in mind.
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#87. After all of it ... the good, the bad, the in-between ... If I told you that I love you, what would you say?
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#88. You dump trash. You dump yard waste and old ripped couches that smell like body odor and forgetfulness. You dump cigarette butts and banana peels and hazardous waste. But people?
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#89. If she wanted to, she could reach into my chest and rip my heart out of my body because it already belongs to her.
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