Quotes of: Were Keyword

Boys were so proud - you always had to let them think they were good at things.

The Thirteenth Princess

Because of the age difference, I assumed they were related, mother/daughter. But they weren’t. They were father/son/possible lovers.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

: – Innamorarsi conduce all’amore. Ma l’amore non significa conquistare un partner. Amare… significa farsi sconfiggere dall’altra persona.

We Were There, Vol. 11

Because I'm living, and I sure as hell don't have a clue how to feel anything but empty.

When You Were Here

Get away from my house and all its rooms that echo, all the rooms I don't enter anymore.

When You Were Here

Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.

When You Were Here

suffer. you could say it means endure, but thats not exactly right

We Were Liars

You do what you were made to do. Some of us were made to read and write. Thanks be to God.

Walking a Literary Labryinth

The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.

We Were Liars

What if the greatest love story ever told was the wrong one?

When You Were Mine

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.

When You Were Mine

People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.

Women

i am everything • i am nothing • therefore • i can be anything

When We Were One

Our fathers were demons,' Catarina said. 'Our mothers were heroes.

What Really Happened in Peru

I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I to do. I knew what I was to do. But I didn’t know what I was to do.

When You Were Pixels

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it. I never dared.

When You Were Pixels

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with weapons. I was afraid of that. For you. But not you. Never afraid of you.

When You Were Pixels

I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back.

When You Were Pixels

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live.

When You Were Pixels

There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

When one woman doesn't speak, other women get hurt.

When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice