Autumn Doughton Quotes & Sayings

Do you hear that sound? It's the sound of the world ripping apart. — Autumn Doughton

Maybe some things are fragile, but your heart is not one of them. It is invincible. — Autumn Doughton

Don't you get it? No one has ever been anything to me until you. — Autumn Doughton

Her. One word. A simple pronoun that seems like an entire vocabulary. — Autumn Doughton

Insecurity is like a net, and I let it catch me. — Autumn Doughton

And there's always a way to begin with. — Autumn Doughton

You're the bright spot in my day. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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 — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Maybe the truth is that all I've ever wanted is to be good for somebody else. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Ending

I lied.
I wanted you from that moment.
I wanted you, wrapped in starlight and reflections,
To be tied up with strings.
And ropes.
And chains.
I wanted you hanging around my neck
Like a charm I could press to my heart and
Make three wishes on.

But I trapped the want
And the words inside my mouth.
I buried those secret things under my tongue,
Biting down until blood and bitterness
Filled my mouth
And poured down the back of my throat.

In the beginning, you said, there was only water.
But what about the end?

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
Underneath my fingernails.
I rode the water for so long,
I forgot what my skin felt like when it was dry. — Autumn Doughton

Or we can settle in and watch every single episode of Sherlock." "Now you're talking." Benedict Cumberbatch is my homeboy. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Okay. Scrabble, donuts, flowers, corndogs, pre-pubescent British wizards and indie music. Am I missing anything important?"
She's still blushing and it's like the heat in her face is trapping all the words inside of her. "What is it?" I ask, an involuntary grin tugging on my mouth. I love it when she blushes like this.
Amy sighs, looks up toward the chandelier, "You, Cole. I like you. — Autumn Doughton

I guess, sometimes the most inexplicable things end up being the ones that work the best. — Autumn Doughton

Crawl 'til dawn on my hands and knees Goddamn these vampires for what they've done to me. ~Mountain Goats "Damn These Vampires — Autumn Doughton

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 — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Because, all things considered, researching the mating habits of squid didn't sound so terrible anymore. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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? — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

We said it from the beginning. No strings. No regrets. We lay, tangled in a web of sheets, Limbs and anemic light, And we passed promises back and forth like slippery stars. You told me you were recovering from A broken heart. I told you I was recovering from A broken life. Fair enough, we agreed and laughed. We wrote stories on our bodies. Middles and endings Etched onto our feet and the palms of our hands. Our hopes were lettered in black and silver On a background of stark white flesh. We traded words on our tongues like tiny drops of melted sugar. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

I think they look like little pieces of green confetti decorating the grey cement walk and that seems all wrong. — Autumn Doughton

Life is unpredictable and it doesn't follow a map. — Autumn Doughton

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 — Autumn Doughton

Holden Caulfield people are the bane of my existence. — Autumn Doughton

Love isn't an accident or something that just happens when you're not looking. Love is a choice, not a chance. — Autumn Doughton

My first love is reading. My second love is pizza. — Autumn Doughton

I've forgotten to remember — Autumn Doughton

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? — Autumn Doughton

I love you back - in a big and epic way. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Crap on a cracker," I breathed. — Autumn Doughton

Alex was a world. He was an entire galaxy. A universe of possibilities. — Autumn Doughton

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? — Autumn Doughton

I have a theory that the world is broken up into two kinds of people."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. On the one side are the people who love the Harry Pottery books and wish that they could attend Hogwarts and have Ron and Hermione for best friends and vanquish Death Eaters and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
She's smiling at me, and she's just so fucking cute. I have to ask: "And the other side?"
Aimee shrugs. "Douchebags. — Autumn Doughton

She doesn't see me the way that I see her. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Try, but not too hard.
Go, but not too far.
Jump, but wear a parachute to stop your fall.
Is that how life goes? Is there a secret formula? Or is every turn, every choice, going to be blocked by a messy jumble of rights and wrongs, bald hurts and happiness, risks and shimmering possibilities? — Autumn Doughton

People are just preprogrammed to want what they don't have. It's like it's a universal law. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

So let me get this straight," he says. "Death is the only destination and nothing else is real because it's not perfect or final?"
I roll my eyes. "Okay, Nietzsche. That's not exactly what I said."
"I just think people are always doing that."
"Doing what?"
"They're always asking themselves, 'Where am I going?' but they're never looking around and asking, 'Where am I?' Everything's about what's going to be next instead of noticing what's happening right now. But the now is the only thing that's actually real. — Autumn Doughton

...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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

But I broke your heart," she whispers. I shrug and kiss her again. "You break it, you buy it. — Autumn Doughton

But, here's a sad fact: perfect isn't meant to be. When you aim for perfect, you just wind up ruined. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

After all of it ... the good, the bad, the in-between ... If I told you that I love you, what would you say? — Autumn Doughton

His fingers trace letters on my flesh. He's handing me back my own words. This is real — Autumn Doughton

I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment. — Autumn Doughton

My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies. — Autumn Doughton

Pain doesn't really go away because someone kisses it better. Sadness doesn't recede because a person posts an inspiring quote on your Facebook wall. Grief doesn't sink into the shadows the moment the sun comes up. You can't sleep your way through misery. There are some hurts that become a part of you, like your blood or your eyes or your teeth. Those are the ones that need to be lived over and over again. — Autumn Doughton

Every couple of days I have to remind myself that I'm really okay. And it's not the pretend kind of okay. It's the kind that you feel from the inside out. It's the kind of okay that has me thinking about outfits and coffee first thing in the morning, and homework that's due later this week, and that I need to call Jodi back, and what Cole's abs look like when he flexes. It's the kind of okay that makes life a zillion times more bearable and also has me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I — Autumn Doughton

You, Cole. I like you. — Autumn Doughton

I can assure you that a kiss under the influence does not equal long-lasting romance. — Autumn Doughton

Sometimes things don't work out like we plan. Like, maybe life has other things in mind. — Autumn Doughton

Every moment possesses its own kind of magic. — Autumn Doughton

I have serious issues with families in coordinated clothing. Just sayin — Autumn Doughton

When he touches me, the sky and the earth switch places. — Autumn Doughton

Was her thong chafing her ass or did she really dislike me that much. — Autumn Doughton

You don't get my permission to break my fucking heart. — Autumn Doughton

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? — Autumn Doughton

A new song begins, and in the dark, we listen, letting lyrics about love and suffering and hope fall over us. — Autumn Doughton

Loving her is strange and confusing and damn risky. And if I had the chance I'd choose it all over again. — Autumn Doughton

If she wanted to, she could reach into my chest and rip my heart out of my body because it already belongs to her. — Autumn Doughton

Crushes are for fourteen year olds. Ellie, I would describe what's happening to you as falling. — Autumn Doughton

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings — Autumn Doughton

Then I'd say that I'm fucking sick and tired of getting in the way of myself. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

I discovered that normalcy can be like an extra layer of clothing that you put on in the morning. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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 — Autumn Doughton

Then I wake up. And, it's not the purple- hued light of the house at three in the morning that has woken me, or the sound of Payton stumbling into the bathroom. It's a hand.
A single hand.
So innocuous.
I feel it before my eyes blink open. A slight weight on my hip. A current of electricity running through me, reshaping the air that I breathe. It takes only a second for me to process what it is, to rearrange the spaces in my head around the feel of his fingers on my body. — Autumn Doughton

Poetry and song lyrics might want us to believe that finding love is like uncovering buried treasure, but now I know the truth. There's no joy or celebration in love. There are no happy endings. There is simply me and her and a crushing pain. What's left after that? An entire life of mute should-haves and second-bests. — Autumn Doughton

You know, I never should have let you not be my friend. It's not healthy for either of us. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

I don't want to always look at things from a distance so that I can hold on to this idea that they're so perfect and flawless. I want to be close enough to see the cracks and all of the dark spaces. And if it's true that all of my tomorrows are really beginning right this minute, I know exactly how I want them to go. — Autumn Doughton

This is how you unraveled me. Thread by thread. Until I was bare, Wearing nothing but my skin And my bones And my blood. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

She looks skeptical. "A bird attacked you?" "Not quite." I give a chagrined sigh. "A bird shit in my eye. — Autumn Doughton

We don't want to lose you. Didn't she realize that I was already gone. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

And on the bad days I'm not even sure that I exist anymore. Today is a bad day. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

Real life is me searching for answers but winding up feeling more lost than ever. Looking — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton

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. — Autumn Doughton