Julie Johnson Quotes & Sayings

know better than anyone that love isn't always perfectly balanced - it doesn't break even, doesn't weigh the scales equally on both sides. — Julie Johnson

True friends don't judge one another. They judge other people. Together. — Julie Johnson

you either die alone, surrounded by the ghosts of all the people who ever let you down, or you live a life full of flawed people whose imperfections you've made a choice to overlook. — Julie Johnson

Of all the people in the world who could've won the seat next to mine at that playoff game ... it was you, Gemma. You. The one person on the planet who might just understand me. — Julie Johnson

Did you ever stop to think that even if I am a monster, I might be your soulmate anyway? — Julie Johnson

You end up at the destination you fix your eyes on: look to the future and you'll get there, keep looking at the past, and you'll find yourself back where you started. — Julie Johnson

I think that if two people are meant to be together, nothing can ever truly separate them. Time, distance, other people - it doesn't matter. They'll circle back around to each other eventually. — Julie Johnson

Nate and me ... we aren't built for truces, for good times, for light jokes and giggles. We're meant for the shadows. For the dirty, ugly, secret parts of our souls, the parts we can't hide because we know each other too well. — Julie Johnson

We're worth everything — Julie Johnson

If you meet me on the street you should hurry on without a backward glance, and later when you climb into bed beside a happy girl with simple thoughts and stroke her perfect hair with fingers that are still shaky from our near-miss, you can whisper that you had a brush with death today, darling, and somehow lived. — Julie Johnson

Life is one long series of punches to the gut. You either learn how to duck, or you figure out how to hit back. I've been hitting back so long, at this point I've got a mean left hook and more than my fair share of scars. — Julie Johnson

I've had hundreds of boyfriends. So what if they're fictional? Don't you dare judge our love. — Julie Johnson

Home. It's wherever I'm with you. — Julie Johnson

I spent a long time trying to convince myself you were better off without me. That keeping away from you was the best way to keep you safe. But I can't do it anymore. I won't. See, you and I mated for life about a million years ago, little bird. Without you, there's no music. No love. No life. — Julie Johnson

Chrissy, there's a baby currently coming out of your womb. Please focus. — Julie Johnson

We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle. And yet, in that narrow instant, I didn't give a single fuck. — Julie Johnson

There's a song for every feeling, Bee. Every tear, every smile, every heartbreak and every victory. Music ignites the soul and strips us bare. It's our very essence. Even if you have no one else to turn to and you feel all alone, remember that you can always find comfort in ballads and melodies, serenades and love songs. — Julie Johnson

Loving someone isn't about wanting them to evolve into someone better. My mom taught me that.
Real love is saying: here, take my still-beating heart and hold it in your hands and please, please, please, promise not to squeeze too tight or drop it on the pavement. Love is being naked and afraid, but refusing to flinch. — Julie Johnson

Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam.

- I shall either find a way, or make one. — Julie Johnson

I don't care how you label yourself - friend, girlfriend, strange blonde girl who follows me around ... "
He laughed when I smacked him on the arm.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm crazy about you, — Julie Johnson

I felt drunk - on love, on lust. Utterly inebriated by this ludicrous feeling of distorted perfection that was setting off fireworks within my body. Was this insatiable need to be joined as one - not only physically, but emotionally - a mere symptom of infatuation, of teenage lust? Or was it love, this fire burning in my veins, spinning me out of control until I felt so off balance I knew I'd never again be able to stand on my own? — Julie Johnson

Chiseled everything - jaw, nose, cheekbones, forehead. I didn't even know a forehead could be chiseled, until I saw this guy. — Julie Johnson

Words are pretty, useless things - butterflies behind glass. You may feel warm and bright as you stare at their beauty but you'll walk away empty and cold, clutching nothing but the painful realization that you never really had anything at all. — Julie Johnson

Just fuck me up.
A caffeine-addict placing an order with the barista. — Julie Johnson

Perceptiveness was not a quality I encouraged in those I spent time with. — Julie Johnson

I'd learned some hard lessons in my life, but perhaps the most important one was that you have to cherish the insignificant moments you have with your most significant people. To hold onto the times when you're happy. To smile often, and laugh loudly. To enjoy the ones you love, and hold them close to your heart while you still have them. — Julie Johnson

I find some small, twisted comfort in thinking that perhaps we used each other. Him, for a glimpse into what it would be like to live a life entirely different from the one he'd been raised to desire, and me for the steady diet of angst and emotional damage that seemed to make me better, sharper, like a sword against a whetstone.
I was his intellectual escape from a long parade of pretty, empty girls... and he was my drug of choice -- unhealthy, probably lethal, but ultimately so addictive it was hard to turn away.
The problem, of course, with this theory of mutual exploitation, is that it is the deepest of lies. There was nothing equal or mutual about the way we used each other. I barely scratched his surface while he sliced me limb from limb.
There's no comfort in that. None at all. — Julie Johnson

It's then that I scream. Loudly. A real, honest-to-god, banshee-like wail. I mean, I didn't even know my voice could hit an octave that high. — Julie Johnson

I'm not going out with you."
"Come on, it can just be a friends thing. If we choose to get naked afterward, so be it. — Julie Johnson

Truthfully, I hate basketball - almost as much as I hate lying. But, can I admit that on live radio without the entire male population of the greater Boston area wanting to kill me for scoring the much-coveted tickets most of them would sell their souls for? Probably not. So, I do what any self-respecting girl does in this situation. "Oh, huge, huge fan," I lie through my teeth. — Julie Johnson

What are you doi - " My words are swallowed up as his lips crash down on mine. It isn't a soft kiss - it's intense, furious, in a way I never knew a kiss could be, his lips hard and unforgiving against mine. It's a shut-up-I-hate-you kiss. A you-drive-me-crazy kiss. An if-I-don't-kiss-you-I'll-kill-you kiss. It's a battle - our mouths are opposite fronts, fighting for ground, warring for control. I shove his chest. He bites my lip. I nip his tongue. He tugs my hair. The kiss goes wild as my other arm winds around him, clutching the back of his shirt, my nails raking against the fabric. — Julie Johnson

People say love isn't supposed to be painful. But maybe the best things in life are the ones that hurt the most after they're gone. — Julie Johnson

I can't stop myself - I reach out a hand and lay it against his knee. He tenses at the contact, but, after a few seconds, I feel his muscles relax under my fingers. He's unused to being comforted, I think to myself. Unused to the idea that someone might reach out to give rather than take, requiring nothing in return. — Julie Johnson

Sometimes, you have to raze things to the ground before you can start over. Sear away the past, to pave the way for a bright future. — Julie Johnson

Being near you, Brooklyn ... it's like breathing. I don't have a choice about it; I just have to do it or I know I won't survive very long. — Julie Johnson

Love isn't some unavoidable destiny, some fate you can't sidestep - It's a choice you make - and keep making - every day of your life. — Julie Johnson

You're right. You're not a princess
you're Little Red. and I'm the Big Bad Wolf. — Julie Johnson

Your hearing is just fine. It's your listening that seems to be the problem. — Julie Johnson

To those who would love me - I offer you a warning. Do no get to close. You won't survive. — Julie Johnson

There will be absolutely no macho-man, bossy-pants shenanigans allowed. — Julie Johnson

Regret was an emotional cancer, destroying you from the inside out. Eating at your most vital parts until there was nothing left but scar tissue and sorrow. It chipped away at you in small increments, shattering your defenses and tiring you out. But, unlike a physical cancer, which might eventually go into remission or be cut out with a few careful strokes of a surgeon's scalpel, regret would stay with you forever. It was chronic, but not terminal - a constant companion that would haunt you until your deathbed. And there were no cures to diminish its influence. No salves to counteract its effects.
Regret didn't break your body. It crushed your spirit.
Mine had just been broken beyond repair. — Julie Johnson

There's this thrill I get, when I go on an adventure. Climb a peak, explore a city, set down wheels on a dirt runway in a place I've never been before. I've spent my whole life chasing that feeling." He pauses. "You're the first person I've ever met who makes me feel that rush while I'm standing still. — Julie Johnson

There's a nonsensical dichotomy that exists within you after you break up with someone - especially if it's someone you loved deeply. A large part of you hopes they'll move on, be happy, follow their dreams to the fullest.
That's the side you show the world.
But a smaller part of you, whether you admit its existence or not, secretly and selfishly yearns for a reality in which that person would never move on. Never forget your love, or replace you with someone else; never be fully complete again, without you by their side.
That's the side we hide away, the innermost part of ourselves that we push down below the socially-acceptable responses to heartbreak. — Julie Johnson

Certain people were simply meant to cross your path - to reach into your chest and leave an irreversible handprint on your heart, on your very soul. — Julie Johnson

You are my favourite kind of adventure". — Julie Johnson

Christ," he mutters to the ceiling. "She crosses her fingers behind her back and offers to pinky swear, like a kindergartener. Chase is fucked. — Julie Johnson

A boy made of stardust and selfishness; a girl filled with fire and fury at the world. We are a tangle of emotional wreckage, two broken messes thrown together, trying to navigate something we can barely comprehend. — Julie Johnson

After the final buzzer, I'm officially giving up men, buying several vibrators, and joining a convent. Actually, I'm pretty sure those last two things are mutually exclusive, so ... Just the vibrators, then. — Julie Johnson

Easy as pie. Actually, come to think of it, not easy as pie. Easy as something else. Like ramen noodles. Or microwave popcorn. Because, what exactly about pie is easy? — Julie Johnson

Don't ever thank a man for kissing you. — Julie Johnson

Wait, you hate waffles?" He chuckles. "Is that a problem?" "Um, yes." I make my eyes bug out. "Only Satan hates waffles." "Maybe I'm the devil. — Julie Johnson

Say the word and I'll go," I whispered in a broken voice, my watering eyes locked on his furious ones. "Say the word and I'll fade away, and this, right here, will be the last time you see me. — Julie Johnson

The way I see it, everyone's been telling the story wrong. I mean, take Cinderella, for example. She never asked for a Prince, let alone waited around for one. Hell, all she ever wanted was a night off from work and a fancy dress to twirl in for a few hours. It's never made sense to me that I'm supposed to sit around pining for some mythical Prince Charming to get off his ass and rescue me. If that's the grand game plan, I could end up waiting forever. Because, I mean, if he's anything like the rest of the male population, the prince is probably stuck in traffic somewhere, or got lost along the way and is too damn stubborn to ask for directions. — Julie Johnson

His words clip out like bullets from a gun - sharp, staccato, shiver-inducing. — Julie Johnson

What are you doing?" I breathe, pressing tight against the wall.
His eyes drag away from my mouth. Our stares clash like swords on a battlefield.
"I'm taking what I want."
Before I can blink, his mouth claims mine. — Julie Johnson

Soulmates are a reward, not a certainty. I think you have to earn them. And I believe, if you're one of the bastards lucky enough to stumble across yours, that you have to fight for them with everything you have, — Julie Johnson

Gemma." He shakes his head. "This is happening between us. — Julie Johnson

When you've spent your whole life not being good enough, it takes time to let yourself believe that you finally are. Self-worth isn't a switch that flips inside you. It's a daily struggle not to sabotage your own success. Not to cave into the voices inside your head that whisper you're not good enough, or you'll fuck things up, or that someone else could do things better than you. — Julie Johnson

I've loved you since the first moment I clapped eyes on you in Latin class. Since that day in the rain, when you climbed into my car and slipped my sweater over your head to get warm. Since the first time I watched you with Jamie, laughing and joking even though the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Since I saw you running in crazy, breathless circles around the circumference of my favorite tree, a look of absolute joy on your face." He traced a finger down my cheek. "I've loved you since before I even knew what love was. — Julie Johnson

And we were a box of fireworks. A sixty-gallon drum of gasoline. An unstable container of napalm.
One spark, one look, was all it took.
We went up in flames. — Julie Johnson

have a strict rule against dating men like that. I don't want to be the Luke to anyone's Yoda, you know what I'm saying? — Julie Johnson

It might've started as a lie, Faith, but it sure as hell didn't end as one. I might not have been real to you, and that's fine. But you have to know ... you were real to me." His voice dropped so low I could barely hear him. "It was real to me. It's still real. The realest fucking thing I've ever felt. — Julie Johnson

But falling for a guy like Grayson Dunn is like trying to wait out a hurricane by taking shelter in the eye of the storm. — Julie Johnson

No amount of soul searching would fix my past. There was no magical Band-Aid I could stick on my heart, no special glue I could use to make myself whole again. I had shattered to pieces like a fragile vase on concrete; some fragments could be roughly cobbled back together, but many of my vital parts had simply turned to dust, pulverized and scattered by the first gust of wind. — Julie Johnson

This wasn't just our first kiss. It was my first real kiss. Ever. — Julie Johnson

I pour another drink and wash the taste of dashed dreams from the back of my tongue. I feel half-dead, but my broken heart somehow still beats. What a stubborn, senseless organ, to keep going when all hope and happiness are lost. — Julie Johnson

I scowl at him. "I know what you're doing."
"Standing here being charming and irresistible? — Julie Johnson

Let's be honest: in ten years, the man-bun of the 2010s will be equivalent to the rat-tail of the 1980s. — Julie Johnson

Take a risk on messy. Live Fearlessly. Love recklessly. Most of all, just love. — Julie Johnson

Implication and instruction are vastly different creatures, — Julie Johnson

Without the dark, there's no light — Julie Johnson

I think we need sadness and pain and horror, otherwise all the joy we experience means nothing. If you never feel fear, you can't be courageous enough to overcome it. — Julie Johnson

I only cut carbs when I'm using a pizza cutter. — Julie Johnson

There'll be moments in life, sweet pea, that stand out in your memories like a photograph. Scenes captured perfectly in your mind, frozen in time with each detail as colorful as it was that first time you saw it. 'Flashbulb memories,' some people call them," she'd told me, her eyes crinkling up and nearly disappearing in a face etched with too many laugh lines to count. "Most people don't recognize those moments as they happen. They look back fifty years later, and realize that those were the most important parts of their entire life. But at the time, they're so busy looking ahead to what's coming down the line or worrying about their future, they don't enjoy their present. Don't be like them, sweet pea. Don't get so caught up in chasing your dreams that you forget to live them. — Julie Johnson

Until he taught me to fl, I didn't realize how deep beneath the earth I'd buried my hopes and dreams. — Julie Johnson

When you start to fall, don't try to talk yourself out of it. The right man will be there at the bottom, to catch you. — Julie Johnson

Well, in my experience, it's usually the things we're most afraid of that end up being the most worthwhile. — Julie Johnson

The only time the ghosts disappear from his eyes is when he's looking at you. — Julie Johnson

This is why I have trust issues.
-A girl realizing her shampoo will never make her look like the model in the advertisement — Julie Johnson

I'm a classy bitch who happens to enjoy cursing and kid's flicks. — Julie Johnson

As long as you have an empty wine glass I can borrow," I say, pulling a jumbo-sized bottle of Pinot Noir from my bag. "Or a really long straw. Either one. — Julie Johnson

I am not the Juliet to his Romeo.
I am not the lodestar around which he orbits.
I am not the trade wind by which he sets the course of his sails.
I am not essential or exceptional.

I was his Monday girl.
Shitty, really, since he was my whole damn week. — Julie Johnson

You're crazy," I whispered, attempting to tug my hand from Sebastian's grip.
"Crazy for you," he countered, leading me into his kitchen through the back patio
door.
"You're ridiculous." I rolled my eyes.
"Ridiculously infatuated with you," he revised, tugging me along behind him. — Julie Johnson

You'd think the FBI could've come up with something a little better than Clover when they christened me last year.
Clovers are cute.
I take umbrage at being cute. I'm a god-damned criminal mastermind. Criminal masterminds are not cute.
Except Loki.
Shit, Loki is cute as hell. — Julie Johnson

Apparently, I missed the lesson on thinking-before-speaking in kindergarten. — Julie Johnson

You could have Charles Manson as a father and end up a saint; you could have Mother Theresa as a mother and end up a serial killer. At the end of the day, you define the person you become. Not a strand of DNA. Not the parents you didn't get to choose. You." I — Julie Johnson

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. — Julie Johnson

Being heartbroken doesn't mean you stop feeling. Just the opposite - it means you feel it all more.
With your heart in fragments, every sensation is sharper, every emotion more acute. Your feelings are enhanced, like a blind man with an impeccable sense of smell, or a deaf woman whose eyes can perceive things a normal person would never recognize.
The brokenhearted are the best empaths of all. — Julie Johnson

Marriage (noun): betting someone half your stuff that you'll love them forever. — Julie Johnson

I've traveled across the world, trying to outrun my memories of you. But damned if I didn't get to every fucking continent and still see your face on the other side of my camera lens - in a crowded Tibetan market, on the cliffside of a snowy Himalayan peak, in the reflection of a muddy river in Thailand. You were always there, haunting me, around every corner. — Julie Johnson

People say God only gives us as much as we can handle. I say, his holiness thought spiders were a good idea. Point me toward a different authority. — Julie Johnson

I used to think it would be cool to read other people's minds. Then I joined Facebook. — Julie Johnson

His gaze flashes up to lock on mine. I see his intent a split second before it turns to action.
"Don't," I whisper.
He takes a step toward me anyway.
"We shouldn't," I say, not moving.
He prowls closer.
"No good can come of this," I point out.
His hands hit my shoulders and he hauls me into his chest.
"This is a bad idea," I breathe against his lips.
"This is a fucking great idea," he mutters.
And then I can't say anything else, can't even think of anything else, because his mouth is on mine. — Julie Johnson

I was alone, for twenty-five years. And I didn't give a shit, because I didn't know what I was missing.
Then, this stubborn, beautiful fucking brunette came barreling into my life and shoved her way through all the shadows. — Julie Johnson

He's a sculpture. Painstakingly chiseled into perfection over the course of years, until arias could be written about his eyebrows, his cheekbones, the freaking shape of his nostrils. And me? Well, I'm probably a finger-painting. Done by a three-year-old. Without supervision. — Julie Johnson

You might think you're the villain in my story, Lux, but what you don't seem to realize is that I don't care. Princess or Evil Queen, I want you standing by my side when the tale comes to an end. So I'm not walking away - I'm going to wear you down, until you're ready - no, until you're dying - to tell me what happened back then." Another kiss landed on my lips, and I fought off a tremble of desire. "And Freckles?"
My eyes flickered up to meet his searing gaze.
"It's going to be a hell of a lot of fun. — Julie Johnson

So I wouldn't run too far, Freckles," Bash added, his voice a blend of frustration and determination. "Because we're not finished. Not by a fucking long shot. — Julie Johnson

When I look up at him, the gloating smile falls off my lips faster than Ned Stark's head hit the ground - sorry, spoiler alert - because there's a look on his face I can't quite describe. — Julie Johnson

We stared at one another, two strangers bound eternally by a shared past of lies and broken promises. — Julie Johnson

The wildest stallions are the most fun to break. — Julie Johnson