Lauren Myracle Quotes & Sayings

I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle

I did a lot of research on a couple different things. One was, how do people handle hating themselves and hating others? And hatred is a secondary emotion, I think; it always springs from something else ... usually fear, that's probably what it is. So I looked a lot at that. — Lauren Myracle

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart. — Lauren Myracle

It was you,' I said, my words as new and uncertain as a baby's. I was sixteen and in my bedroom, and I shook my head in an attempt to unscramble my thoughts. 'Not the tongue. The fire.'
I shut my eyes, then opened them to make sure I hadn't made this thing up.
[ ... ]
But Christian hadn't taken his eyes off me, and in his expression I saw a slew of emotions: shame, defiance, fury. Fear, but not for himself. For me. I saw my big brother, who carried me off the ledge at Suicide Rock when I froze up. [ ... ] Who thought I was a fool and had no problem telling me so, but who stuck up for me anyway. — Lauren Myracle

Sarah Lynn strides out of the stairwell. Lawrence watches her go. The door slushes shut behind her, and he turns to me with a tightened jaw. I want to tell him: No, no, you've got it all wrong. I don't care if you kiss a white girl. I don't care if you love a white girl. I just wish you'd chosen a white girl worthy of your love.
Lawrence's Adam's apple jerks up and down, and I realize that in addition to whatever else he's feeling, he's scared. He's in love with the darling of the school, Sarah Lynn Lancaster, ad he's afriad I'll expose his secret. I give a tiny shake of my head, wanting him to know he has nothing to fear, not from me. — Lauren Myracle

Kids need to see their world reflected back to them. — Lauren Myracle

It's neither my job nor within my capabilities to save people. But a book sure can try. — Lauren Myracle

I'm always drawn to the underdogs, to the people whose stories don't get told. — Lauren Myracle

Every time I write a new book, I want to push myself to try something different. — Lauren Myracle

And that was freaky to think about, how life could go from wonderful to terrible in the blink of an eye. — Lauren Myracle

It wasn't that he didn't love me, because I knew he did. As for me, I loved him so much it hurt. — Lauren Myracle

It was almost pleasant, in a life-sucks-but-at-least-there's-good-music sort of way. — Lauren Myracle

I loved everyone who said yes to the world and tried to make it better instead of worse, because so much in the world was ugly- and just about all the ugly parts were due to humans. — Lauren Myracle

The idea of losing him made her realize how much she wanted him, because yes. Love. Charlie and Wren. Their souls colliding. And they were human, and they made mistakes, both of them, but by herself, Wren was alone. With Charlie, she was half of the 'us' he talked about, only that didn't come close to expressing what she knew to be true: that together they didn't simply become one. They became greater than one. — Lauren Myracle

Sometimes when we forget to do things for others, it's because we're too wrapped up in our own problems. — Lauren Myracle

I understand why parents worry about books - they're worried about their kids. They want to keep their kids safe. But parents aren't always realistic. — Lauren Myracle

Oh, Addie," she said. "Were you punishing yourself, sweetie?"
"Oh my god," I said. "That is so not the right thing to say to someone about her new haircut! — Lauren Myracle

Knowledge was more powerful than fear. Love was stronger than hate. — Lauren Myracle

When guys talk about sex, eyebrows don't get raised. It's different for girls. — Lauren Myracle

Even in the snarkiest of times, stay true. — Lauren Myracle

Some people do want to stand on the rooftop and scream out their story. Others are cowering in the corner, or sitting with a blank face in class, and not knowing how to tell their story. — Lauren Myracle

But he thought that if the world was layered with meaning, then she was the evidence, right here. — Lauren Myracle

The best thing you can do is find someone who loves you when you're pretty, when you're ugly, when you're mad, when you're happy. Someone who, no matter what, is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. — Lauren Myracle

Zoegirl: have u named the chicks?
SnowAngel:yes, but i keep getting them mixed up. so now i call all of them "squishy." they're the collective squishy.
zoegirl: *r* they squishy?
SnowAngel: when you squeeze them,yes. but not in a yucky way.
SnowAngel: they're growing on me, the little squishies. altho 1 of them pooped on my pillow.
zoegirl: u let them on your bed?
SnowAngel: they like it when i bounce them. — Lauren Myracle

When you make a solemn promise to a friend, it ain't right to go back on it. No. Never let your friend down, never break a trust, and when you give your word, never go back on it.
-Sheriff Andy Taylor — Lauren Myracle

...your ass is grass... — Lauren Myracle

You've just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move on. — Lauren Myracle

Kids are smart. Knowledge is power. Let them figure things out. Don't turn into that grown-up who they won't come to. — Lauren Myracle

But then his lips quirked up,and amusement flickered in his eyes.Something else,too - something that made my heart beat faster. — Lauren Myracle

How many frogs would fit in lizard's stomach? — Lauren Myracle

But if I didn't know Kate, then maybe I didn't know myself-and if was that not-knowing that made my gut clench. Like losing your balance, that whoosh of almost falling, before pulling yourself back in line. — Lauren Myracle

Because I was good at inventing stories, and long long long ago I'd told Ty that a witch named the Bathroom Lady lived in the sewer system and slurped up tasty children through the pipes. I made the story good, too, giving the Bathroom Lady rubbery lips and grasping claws as blue and cold as ice. Whoops. I rapped on the door of the bathroom, then twisted the knob and barged in. Ty was squatting fully dressed by the tub. Not in the tub, but by the tub, just staring at the drain. He whipped his head around at the sound of my arrival. Ty, — Lauren Myracle

If she did see, I hoped she' be amazed. Amazed and thankful, because without even asking, she'd received a genuine autograph from a genuine girl from Atlanta. Not just any girl, but a girl who was, frankly, a pretty big deal. A girl who was me. — Lauren Myracle

Amanda bit her lip. "You're not ... trying to be funny or something, are you?"
"I'm not trying to be anything!" I said.
"All right, kids," the photographer called. "On the count of three. One, two-" She broke off, straightening up from the camera with a frown. "Excuse me. You in the turquoise? I need you to face forward."
I rotated my body as best I could.
"All the way, please."
I turned so that my shoulders werre even with everybody else's, only now my head faced Gail instead of the lens.
Gail pressed her lips together. "Stop it!" she said.
"Winnie?" Mr. Hutchinson said. He walked to the end of our row. "What's going on?"
"I can't," I whispered.
"Can't what?"
"Can't move my neck, it's stuck." Tears burned in my eyes, and I blinked hard to keep them back.
"Mr. Hutchinson, she's faking," Gail said. "She's trying to be funny and she's ruining everything. — Lauren Myracle

You should be out stirring up trouble with your friends, not bothering with all them books you read. You know it's them books what make you talk funny. — Lauren Myracle

Just because you're into Kate ... well, it doesn't necessarily mean you're gay. Although it's okay if you are. But if that's what's worrying you ... ' Ariel sighed. 'God. It shouldn't be so hard to talk about this stuff. All I'm saying is maybe you're gay and maybe you're not. Maybe you're bi. Or maybe it's totally a Kate thing. Maybe you'd want to be with her whether she was a girl or a boy.' I blinked. I didn't know if what she said made things better or worse. — Lauren Myracle

I'm sorry, he said again, and this time he took those words and owned them. — Lauren Myracle

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer. — Lauren Myracle

People change for each other all the time. Take any love story, any great love story at all, and you'll see that people have to be willing to change if they're going to make things work out. Like Shrek, when Fiona tells Shrek that she's sick of his burping and farting and everything. And Shrek's like, 'I'm an ogre. Deal with it.' And Fiona says, 'What if I can't?' So Shrek takes that potion that turns him into a hunky prince. He does it out of love for Fiona. — Lauren Myracle

I heard him tell our parents, "She said no," and my melancholy deepened. Mom and Dad and Chris were downstairs together, merrily strapping on nunchucks and punching each other in the face, while here I was, gloomy and alone.
And whose fault is that? I asked myself.
Oh, shut up., I replied. — Lauren Myracle

mad maddie: i am SOOOO pissed. SnowAngel: oh no. why? mad maddie: one word. well, two. JANA WHITAKER. SnowAngel: the queen bee of our entire class? *gasps* what'd she do this time? mad maddie: i hate her. she's evil. SnowAngel: i KNOW that. TELL ME WHAT SHE DID!!!! mad maddie: we had a substitute for last period study hall and he insisted on taking roll, cuz god forbid one of us had snuck off to do something productive. when he got to me he called out, "madeleine kinnick?" and jana turns around, all batting eyes and innocent, and goes, "um, isn't your name madigan?" SnowAngel: yr name IS madigan. mad maddie: which jana totally knows! SnowAngel: so what's the problem? mad maddie: r u serious?!! mad maddie: it was the way she said it, like she was honestly confused. like, "oh my goodness, i THINK i know u, don't i?" WHEN WE'VE GONE TO SCHOOL TOGETHER SINCE 7th GRADE!!! — Lauren Myracle

Hello toes," I say. They're good toes. I like that they're long and slender and not the slightest bit stubby. I wiggle them, ten unstubby waves that say, "And hello to you, Human Host!"
Except they're toes. I'm talking to my toes. Maybe I'm not bored ... maybe I'm lonely? — Lauren Myracle

Three hot chicks for three hot chicks."
"THEY'RE NOT CHICKS! THEY'RE DUCKS! — Lauren Myracle

She holds herself with such reserve. She smiles, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes, even in the company of the girls she's chosen to eat with. Why?
I have no clue, and I really don't want to spend my time worrying about it. But my brain pushes at the question anyway.
Why are people aloof?
Because they don't want to let others in.
Why don't they want to let others in?
Well, sometimes because they're shy, and sometimes because they're convinced of their own superiority.
But those aren't the only reasons. Sometimes it's because thay have something to hide. — Lauren Myracle

He slung both arms around the back of his chair, and it reminded me how different girls and guys were. Girls kept their bodies tucked in tight, while boys took up every inch of room they could. — Lauren Myracle

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be. — Lauren Myracle

Prancing around with marshmallowss on your nipples does *not* constitute living your life fully! — Lauren Myracle

You're saying the mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood. That maybe they're bound to be too big to understand, but that doesn't take anything away from them, and in fact just adds to their beauty. — Lauren Myracle

Yet it was an odd twist of language. Based on the way people usually used the words, Christian was traight and Patrick was gay. But Christian, when he got wasted, was gay if you used the old-fashioned, oh-so-merry definition of the word, while Patrick was straight-edge because he didn't drink to the point of passing out. — Lauren Myracle

That's Chinese, not Japanese — Lauren Myracle

She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers just for being heartless bitches. — Lauren Myracle

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters. — Lauren Myracle

He leaned in and kissed her, because now that he knew he could, he planned on kissing her every chance he got. — Lauren Myracle

So I'd stabbed needles into my eyes and pretended not to see certain things. Bad things. Only by turning my back on certain thing, I ended up turning my back on my dearest friend, a betrayal I never intended.
Or so I told myself. That was the problem with lying to yourself. Sometimes you got too good. — Lauren Myracle

Crap. I was a lying chicken. — Lauren Myracle

You will love the ocean. It makes you feel so ... I don't know. Small, but not in a bad way. Small because you realize you're part of something bigger. — Lauren Myracle

Any sentence that combined "I love you" and "but" could not be good. — Lauren Myracle

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice. — Lauren Myracle

In my bedroom, I squeezed shut my eyes, because it was too hard, that memory. Too hard, too painful, too much like losing a slice of myself, which, in fact, I had. — Lauren Myracle

Charlie ... I can't go out with you if I'm in love with someone else. Even if he no longer wants me. — Lauren Myracle

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing!
So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head. — Lauren Myracle

I'd heard a saying about meth, that it took you down one of three roads: jail, the psych ward, or death. — Lauren Myracle

Who would want to be poked by some dumb girl with a stick? — Lauren Myracle

I didn't know what I thought, other than that nothing was easy anymore and no matter what I did, things got messed up. — Lauren Myracle

I know I seem really friendly, but I'm a closet introvert. — Lauren Myracle

Hi, puppy."
she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says.
Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy! — Lauren Myracle

I hadn't been "possessed", after all. Not by an angel or a demon. Maybe there were aspects of both inside me, but I was the one who chose which to let out. — Lauren Myracle

Tobin turned to Angie. "I'm such an idiot. Why didn't you remind me?"
She smiled drowsily. "That you're an idiot? Okay: you're an idiot."
"Oh that's great, thanks," he said. She giggled. — Lauren Myracle

I think that ties in with issues of identity as well - that sometimes there are parts of us we want to hide, and then there's other times we say, "You know what? Nope. Done hiding that part." — Lauren Myracle

Hey. What is it that famous person said? 'It'll all work out in the end, and if it doesn't, that means it's not the end yet'? — Lauren Myracle

Even so, I was proud of myself for taking action at all. I didn't hide or run away or pretend the ugliness didn't happen. I stood up and said something that was true. I said it out loud, and by doing so, I was standing up for lots of people, not just me. — Lauren Myracle

Holidays bring out neediness like nothing else. — Lauren Myracle

Can you just trust in our love, without asking me to prove it every single second? — Lauren Myracle

He leans forward seriously. "Bliss. At work and at play, let safety lead the way."
Of course," I say. "Silly me."
Danger never takes a vacation."
That's right. Expect the unexpected."
And never, never -"
Yes?"
He wags his finger. "Check a gas tank with a lighted flare."
A laugh snorts out. "Good to know. — Lauren Myracle

Kids are doing meth in every town in the country, Cat. Dang. Get your head out of your butt. — Lauren Myracle

Except I do care about being pretty. Der. I don't think there's a single person in the world who doesn't care about being pretty. Any female, at any rate. — Lauren Myracle

Mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood. — Lauren Myracle

the window was down and my music was blasting and i was like, i am the sun on my skin. i am the clouds in the sky. i'm everything i've ever seen or done or felt or heard, and one day i will be gone. — Lauren Myracle

The world was out there waiting to be explored - and not just waiting, but wanting to be explored. So why in heaven's name shouldn't I investigate every nook and cranny? — Lauren Myracle

This is your birthday treat, and you're supposed to enjoy it, I reminded myself. It was part of my normal existence to give myself instructions like this. Maybe other people acted and lived in total naturalness. I often wondered if they did. But me? I needed an operating manual. — Lauren Myracle

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would. — Lauren Myracle

All I'm saying is that if you love someone, you should be willing to show it. — Lauren Myracle

Well, I guess I do too," Ava admitted. "I just . . . I don't think it's fair. To other people. To get sad all the time, you know?" Natasha — Lauren Myracle

Mad maddie: zoe, angela is her own worst enemy, you know. zoegirl: i love her so much, but i do kind of understand what you're saying. but i don't know how to tell her that to her face. i don't even know if i want to say it to her face. mad maddie: i do. i just wanna shake her shoulders and say, "GET A CLUE! HE IS A LOSER!!!" zoegirl: i know. it's so sad. mad maddie: yeah, but it's also just ANNOYING. — Lauren Myracle

Damn you. WHY do you plant these things in my head? — Lauren Myracle

And they just slam the door. And they don't peek into that land any more. And they forget that teens and tweens are people, absolutely just as much as adults are. And their problems may play out on a smaller scale, but the things they go through are equally as valid as a CEO trying to figure out how to deal with a crisis at work. I just write for teens because I love 'em. — Lauren Myracle

The poop became a poop mountain; the pee became a pee ocean. And then somehow a Poop and Pee Airline was invented to fly travelers to Poop Mountain and Pee Ocean, although the code name for the airline was Dolphin Airlines, to keep the unsuspecting from being tipped off. — Lauren Myracle

Is he a sophomore?" Lydia says. "Please tell me he's in our grade."
"I don't know," I say.
"But weren't you there when he came to the office?" Peyton says.
"The secretary didn't get out her bullhorn and announce what grade he's in. She just took him to meet Headmaster Perkins. — Lauren Myracle

And books are such an empowering way to give voice to some of these kids who aren't yet ready to tell their story. Or don't know what their story is, or are trying to figure it out. — Lauren Myracle

I don't shy from controversy. I'm telling stories, and I'll tell whatever story seems like it wants to be told. — Lauren Myracle

You should eat a waffle! You can't be sad if you eat a waffle! — Lauren Myracle

But i can't let you go," he said. "How could I let you go? I searched my heart" - he shrugged - "and I love you. — Lauren Myracle

no means no, u weirdo stalkerhead! — Lauren Myracle

We're all just people...We all have things we deal with, but it's all right. We always muddle through. — Lauren Myracle

And you're figuring out who you are, and you haven't yet become stagnant in your thinking. You haven't solidified. And one thing that I find is that a lot of grown-ups tend to look back on their high school or middle school years and say, "Oh, thank God all that's over." — Lauren Myracle

I know I deserve nothing, but if you want me I'm yours. — Lauren Myracle

So you know, i'm thinking that you can either keep yourself safe and not feel anything, or you can the risk of just loving him and letting him love you." she paused. "Is he worth the risk? And if not what is? What are you willing to take risk for, Wren? — Lauren Myracle

Ideas matter. The world matters. Our lives matter, and the choices we make as we navigate our lives perhaps matter most of all. — Lauren Myracle

Give your kid some credit for being smart - just because they read about something doesn't mean they will do it. — Lauren Myracle

Sometimes I worry I'm writing 'Fifty Shades of Grey' for teenagers, but I'm not. — Lauren Myracle