Holly Schindler Quotes & Sayings

Let's run, she wanted to beg him. Let's run, let's run ... But then again, she knew what happened to a person on the run. They chase you and then they throw you to the ground and they rip you and break you ... — Holly Schindler

Good's a pretty funny word. Never seems to have the same meaning to any two people" -T. Walker — Holly Schindler

When I got close to him, he smelled clean and steamy, like a late June-rain. And I was reduced to a ridiculous, blubbering pile of melting Jell-O. Criminy. — Holly Schindler

They say it's the woman's prerogative to change her mind. But that's wrong. Guys are the one who get to say, "You know what? I don't want to be with you after all." They get to say it after they've sucked all the sweetness out of you, just like those cheap, liquid filled wax candy things we used to get for Halloween. They leave you dried up, empty piece of wax, and head off to find somebody else who still has some sweetness inside. — Holly Schindler

Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let her carry me away, down her current. — Holly Schindler

As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're looking at a gorgeous pattern you think you'd maybe even like to keep around forever, the colors morph into something completely different, and there's no getting back to that first pattern. No matter how much you'd like to see it again. — Holly Schindler

When he looks back at me, his eyes travel around my face the way fingers dart through the bottom of a drawer, searching for batteries in a blackout. — Holly Schindler

The heart is a compass. It points you to the thing you love the most. — Holly Schindler

I feel as exposed as a sweatshirt worn wrong-side-out, or like pocket linings dangling outside of a pair of jeans. My heart, my hope, hang in the afternoon sun. — Holly Schindler

Early summer fireflies are beginning to dance above the spindly green stalks of weeds like lonesome boys looking for something beautiful and shiny to flash back at them. Lovers looking for someone to love. — Holly Schindler

My tears are like a whole pack of dogs on leashes; no matter how I try to tug them back, they just keep barreling forward. — Holly Schindler

His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and catching one of the white shimmers of blistering afternoon sunlight bouncing across the water. — Holly Schindler

Schizophrenia: A psychotic disorderncharacterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations. See also: Nightmare. — Holly Schindler

Not everybody's the heroine, you know. Some of us just have bit parts in somebody else's
story. — Holly Schindler

A camera winks at me from high in the bleachers like we're sharing a secret. Fans in the home section of the Fair Grove High gym smile in envy as I hurry toward the bench, wishing some winking camera had ever, in their entire lives, shared a secret with them. — Holly Schindler

For the first time in what seems like eons, my body doesn't feel so clenched, so hot. And suddenly, I realize that the dot out there on my horizon line
the same dot everything in my world points to, like in the one-point perspective sketches Mom taught me how to draw
it's not any old spot, you know. It's not some charcoal smudge. It's peace. — Holly Schindler

Mad at me. For Dad, parenting has become just like shooting one of his stupid insurance ads-some makeup to cover the blemishes, a flashy smile, and wham! He's got himself a regular picture-perfect family. — Holly Schindler

Few family members act on warning signs when they first present themselves in a schizophrenic patient. It is often quite hard to realize, in fact, that something is clinically wrong. — Holly Schindler

Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse. — Holly Schindler

There's a book of poetry
in the lines of my hands
that no one wants to read — Holly Schindler

He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower. — Holly Schindler

The artists in my museum have never had any kind of formal training. They've never been taught how to paint like some of the famous artists you see in other museums. But that's why I love them. Their art feels more honest to me because it's not coming out of their heads, it's coming out of their hearts -T. Walker — Holly Schindler

Occasionally, family members may reach a point in which they cannot tolerate the odd behavior of the schizophrenic any longer. Often, this leads them to seek help. Other times, it causes said family member to walk away, like the complete raving jerk that she is. — Holly Schindler

The best I can manage is to pretend that I don't notice him - which is like saying I have never once noticed the sky, or the itchy feel of grass against my legs, or the pelt of wind through an open car window. He's something you just have to notice - there's no overlooking about it — Holly Schindler

But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast. — Holly Schindler

History is who we are right now. I mean, just because a chapter of life is over, it isn't gone ... (Page 303) — Holly Schindler

The heart is a compass, steers us back to the thing we loved the most. — Holly Schindler