Welcome to the Quotes Room G-R.
"It's such a pleasure to write down splendid words -
almost as though one were inventing them".
This page features a portion of my favourite quotes from the novels reviewed on this blog. The books are listed by titles, in alphabetical order, from G to R. Every title is also linked to its respective review. Of course, this is an ever-growing project, so be sure to check it out from time to time. (Basically, every time I review a new book, I'm going to add quotes if I find any of its sentences inspiring or witty). Enjoy!
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD!
GIRL OF NIGHTMARES (KENDARE BLAKE)
►There's a cat-shaped hole where Tybalt used to be, floating in her [i.e.: Mom's] footsteps.
►[...] every person we pass has robed up, and each time we go by they make this gesture of blessing and prayer. Or maybe it's a hex, depending on the person. I don't do anything in return. Only one hand gesture springs to mind, and it just isn't appropriate.
►There is nothing good here. There never has been. [...] We don't belong here. Wherever it is, it is the lack of everything. No light, no darkness. No air or taste. It's nothing; a void.
I don't want to think anymore. My eyes might pop and run out of my head. I might break my skull against the bottom and listen to the empty pieces, wobbling like the discarded shell of an egg. [...]
This place exists in the wake of a scream.
HOW TO SAY GOODBYE IN ROBOT (NATALIE STANDIFORD)
►My cell phone glared at me from my desk. I reached for it, then stopped. Mom and Dad could reach me on my cell if they were worried, but I hated that. Just when you were away from them and having fun, the portable babysitter rang and interruppted everything.
[Note: I love this paragraph because I love Bea's stance on technology. Through the whole book, she doesn't make a big deal about it. Her cell phone is more of a nuisance than anything, because it means she can be reached by her parents...but it's more like she states her right to live the moment without being interrupted or annoyed by "anyone's" calls. Cell phones aren't all the freedom people thinks they are. Most of the time, they only manage to prevent you from having a life. Oh, the luxury of going around without having to be found].
►Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.
►[Sloane]: How can I possibly even scratch the surface of honoring Bill at an event like this? The adult world that runs our school considers this a teachable moment (a new phrase for our era) where children will learn to process loss and grief and loneliness by sitting in the football bleachers and being presented with the truth of mortality. There's nothing to be taught. Only something to be felt. And I swear to God no one needs to sit in football bleachers to feel it.
►[Maggie]: A little chill runs through me. Why would I want to fantasize that I'm a lonely girl with an inattentive mother and a tragically dead father and no real friends to speak of besides my little sister? Doesn't it make more sense that I'm Maggie, dreaming of a life where she's about to scarf pancakes burned with love? That's craziness, I know. But maybe I need to think of my life as the dream life. Maybe that will help me appreciate and enjoy it more.
► I don't know why I'm crying. They're probably vodka tears. You don't fall in love with someone after one afternoon at a river, even if you've known them since Preps and think they're kind of cute. You fall in hope, and that leads to daydreaming about love. And yes, I had been daydreaming and it did feel good, believing that a guy - a popular guy - might fall in love with me, thinking that finally I might be able to be me with someone, and have a future, being one half of a pair. Now I'm just me and by myself again.
► It's the sort of thing that can only happen to me. I lean too close, I laugh too loud, I try too hard. And I get burned.
► It's turning out different from the way I thought it would. We were going to take this city by storm, the two of us, a double act no one could top. But I'm feeling lonelier than I've ever felt before. We aren't connected anymore, the way we used to be, as though we've traded in the old model of our friendship for a newer, more sophisticated, complex model, which neither of us knows how to drive. I keep hoping that we'll learn, that it's just growing pains, that our friendship will last But maybe it won't. Maybe we've changed, don't want the same things anymore, or want the same thing too much. We're coming to some sort of crossroad and I have the strongest sensation we're going to go our separate ways. And I find myself wondering if Dale's noticed, or whether she even cares.
► I'm left lying in the dark, wrestling with that yellow-and-green-eyed monster. I want to punch it on the nose, but it's bigger than me. I can feel that old lack of confidence nagging at me again, undermining me. I have to work hard at talking myself into believing that what I am doing is important too. That I am a necessary part of the team. But it always strikes me that, at the end of a song, at the end of the night, she gets the applause. She gets the man. I never do.
► Because success is not about who we are, what we sound like - it's all about what other people make of us, how they perceive us. It has nothing to do with us.
► Maybe it's because Buddy's arm is around me, or maybe it's that voice - my voice that has been silent for too long, starting to talk at me again, telling me that just because a dream stops, it doesn't mean you stop dreaming. Or maybe it's just that the time is right, that I'm ready to let go of one part of my life to start another, ready to be touched again in that part of myself that is the most private and the most hopeful and loving. I lean into Buddy, we sit looking out, and I give the little kid who doesn't live here anymore permission to cry.