Top 100 Lia Block Quotes
#1. Love can be so sttange and sad. It can be hard to understand why we run toward certain people and away from others at different times in our lives. Why we search so hard for that thing we are looking for, and the run so fast when we find it. Sick Pleasure - Francesca Lia Block
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#5. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#6. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#8. I thought he had taken my soul, said Rev.
I thought he took mine, too. But no one can. It's just been sleeping.
Francesca Lia Block
#9. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#12. 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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#13. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#14. Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. "How could you want one?" My Secret Agent Lover Man said. "There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby," he said.
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#15. When someone so young and lovely vanishes they leave a cutout in the atmosphere; they don't fade. They leave a place for the sun rays to cut through and burn us, melt all the important ice to floods.
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#18. Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.
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#20. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#21. Believe him when he tells you you are beautiful
it will only hurt you both not to
(it is true besides)
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#23. The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex
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#24. 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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#25. The mint and honeysuckle air is chilly on her damp face, awake on the nape of her neck as Witch Baby Wigg skates home.
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#26. If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you
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#27. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#28. If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken.
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#29. What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?
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#30. 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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#31. 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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#32. Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.
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#33. We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters
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#34. I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.
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#35. I close my eyes. I am the visionary, the one-eyed seer, the storyteller. I am Pen. I can fight with the power of images and words.
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#36. It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
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#37. Just like any woman, ... we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.
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#39. Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
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#40. 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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#41. 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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#42. I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.
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#44. Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.
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#45. You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings.
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#46. I am not a hero, I am not Odysseus, there are no gods or goddesses guiding me. All I have is myself. And Hex's sword.
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#47. I wish I wasn't a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.
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#48. When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other.
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#49. I climb through the rubble toward the door. It takes a long time, time enough for a Giant to see me from the blood-red stained-glass eye window and reach out to crush me in his hand the size of a tractor.
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#50. He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
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#51. But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
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#55. 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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#57. 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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#58. 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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#60. 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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#61. What are you going to do if you find art, Pen? You going to steal some and put it in the van?"
"I'm going to remember. When there was art.
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#62. Some people think you begin to grow up when you stop trying to figure out who you are.
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#63. 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.
Francesca Lia Block
#64. If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.
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#66. Write with abandon and no constraints for first draft. Cut brutally and save in separate files on second draft. Add conflict; don't be afraid to make your characters suffer. Read what you love. Write what you love. Love.
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#67. 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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#68. 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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#69. We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.
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#70. 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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#71. 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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#72. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
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#74. Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
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#76. Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark tunnels that came when her brother first got sick, but also to keep her from fucking all those assholes.
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#78. Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards ... It's a magpie Christmas market.
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#79. I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.
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#80. My love wants to change the world
she thinks she has so much to give
not realizing how much she takes from others
my love is loyal until she senses rejection of any kind
then she flies like a bird but has less memory
of where she came from
i would like to protect you from my love
Francesca Lia Block
#81. What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem?
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#82. You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ...
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#83. Any alphabet book for children where 'P is for Patti' Smith and 'X is for the women whose names we don't know' is something I can recommend, especially when the book is as well written, representationa lly diverse and vividly illustrated as this one.
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#84. But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.
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#85. My mother said, "kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural" and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone
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#87. They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.
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#88. She was free, still, like a child, the way it is before you are seen and then after that you can never remember who you are unless someone else shows it to you.
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#89. 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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#91. My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex.
And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.
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#92. 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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#93. Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
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#94. Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
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#95. for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground
for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls
for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
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#96. One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
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#97. 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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#98. Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.
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#99. West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.
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#100. 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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