Sarah Ockler Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Sarah Ockler
I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him. — Sarah Ockler
There's peace in acceptance. Death in it, always. Inevitable. With the acceptance of one thing comes the dying of another: a new belief, a relationship. An ideal, a plan, a what-if. Assumptions. A path. A song. — Sarah Ockler
Abby's my sister, Hudson. We're twins."
"Oh thank God! I mean thank God ... that you ... have a sister ... what a special ... um, napkin? — Sarah Ockler
No powdery residue. But definitely suspicious. Smell." He slides a makeup catalog from beneath a microscope made out of a plate, a toilet paper roll, and an intricate arrangement of pipe cleaners. "Any ideas?"
I take a scientific whiff. "Gardenia. Looks like those Mary Kay terrorists are at it again. — Sarah Ockler
The whole idea of losing one's virginity is kind of ridiculous. To lose something implies carelessness. A mistake that you can fix simply by recovering the lost object, like your cell phone or your glasses. Virginity is more like shedding something than losing it. As in, Don't worry, Mom. You can call off the helicopters and police dogs. Turns out - get this - I didn't actually lose my virginity. I just cast it off somewhere between here and Monterey. Can you believe it? It could be anywhere by now, what with all that wind. — Sarah Ockler
The hardest thing is that I'll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about him. He took that mystery with him when he died, and a hundred thousand one-sided letters in my journal wouldn't have brought me any closer to the truth than I was at the night I pressed my fingers to the sea glass he wore around his neck and kissed him back. — Sarah Ockler
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart. — Sarah Ockler
It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was ... perfect. — Sarah Ockler
What's up? Need a kidney? Two of them? Where do I sign? I grab my pen again, just in case. — Sarah Ockler
It happened and it was impossible and beautiful and then it ended before it even really began, leaving nothing behind but secrets and broken hearts. — Sarah Ockler
All the people who'd brought me here, past and present, ancient and young, legend and life and lore, I channeled. I welcomed them into my infinite heart, alongside the ghosts, the shadows, the ache I'd always carry. I made their strength mine, a part of me. My inspiration. My voice. — Sarah Ockler
Yes. I was just telling Elyse here ... frankly, kids, I'm not sure it's even legal to have a female first mate. We'd have to consult the rule book, but as far as I know, regatta's a man's race."
Christian's jaw ticked, just like it had with his father the night of the party. "Damn. Must have hit my head on the way out of that time machine. 1850, are we? I might need some new clothes. Elyse, you sew right? Don't all girls sew? — Sarah Ockler
Have some carrots. They're good for your eyes."
"Then you have some fries. They're good for your ... I don't know. They're just good. — Sarah Ockler
I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn't all day long but that never works. — Sarah Ockler
Sometimes I think we all feel guilty for being happy, and as soon as we catch ourselves acting like everything is okay, someone remembers it's not. — Sarah Ockler
As we rolled down the Million Dollar Highway, I closed my eyes and held him close around the waist, and he squeezed my hand like it was forever, like we'd really found a way to stop time, and I wanted so, so badly to believe it. — Sarah Ockler
After half an hour of forced family fun, in which I score fifty points and take out at least seventy-five percent of my anger trying to blast Frankie with the ball, our game is cut short. Princess gets stung on the top of her foot by a teeny-tiny newborn baby of a jelly-fish and carries on like some shark just swam away with her torso. For one brief moment I wonder if it's the ghost of my journal, reincarnated after its watery death to claim vengeance by stabbing her with its thin metal spiral. The thought makes me smile on the inside, just a little bit. — Sarah Ockler
When one dream burns to ash, you don't crumble beneath it. You get on your hands and knees, and you sift through those ashes until you find the very last ember, the very last spark. Then you breathe. You breathe. You fucking breathe. And you make a new fire. — Sarah Ockler
Nature: it's own creation, it's own mystery, existing long before we took our first breaths and long after we take our last. — Sarah Ockler
Are we all on the same page, Delilah?
The same page? I don't even think we're even in the same library, but no need to bring that up. — Sarah Ockler
Patrick leans in for a hug through the open doorway, and in his arms I'm reminded of the other dream I had last night, which ... oh ... which I immediately stamp out of my mind, hoping that no one else noticed the temperature in the room shoot up about five hundred degrees. Could my subconscious be any more inappropriate? — Sarah Ockler
What good are all those bits of nostalgia when the one thing that truly holds you to a place - the one thing that really makes it home over any other dot on the map - crumbles? — Sarah Ockler
You ask me why I'm nice to you," he said. "Why, why, why. But you don't ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want. — Sarah Ockler
Blackthorn? Please. Shut. Up. I grab the collar of his jacket and pull him into me, answering every last protest with a kiss- a real one, deep and intentional. — Sarah Ockler
It's strange," I say, rubbing my feet against his. "I feel like I should be sad, but I'm not. It's not that I won't miss you, but it just feels like-"
"Like everything is going to be okay anyway," he says, finishing my thought. — Sarah Ockler
How easily some things can be broken for good and for bad, and how some things, no matter how shattered, can still go back together. Like Moo, my family may never be as strong as it once was. There are chips and cracks and scars, But some of them can be repaired, piece by piece, rebuilt into something even more cherished and loved and unique. — Sarah Ockler
In that moment, in the
smoky haze, Celi looks grown up and wounded, and I
realize how young I really am in my long pink nightgown.
My sisters have a whole collection of broken hearts in a
book, and I haven't even gotten my period yet. — Sarah Ockler
They say you can never step into the same river twice. And maybe that's how it was for Papi now, memories shifting and re-forming soundlessly beneath him while the rest of us sat on the shore and watched. — Sarah Ockler
There were tears in his eyes. The ocean rose inside him, and I looked away, before it got me, too. — Sarah Ockler
But when you're in the middle of being in love with someone, you just don't stop to ask, "Matt, — Sarah Ockler
Left turn in four. Hundred. Feet.
An invisible electronic woman navigates us toward the highway from the distant planet Monotone, where everyone is tranquil and directionally adept, — Sarah Ockler
It was a card, stamped with a mermaid in the center, colored and adorned with glittery starfish stickers and hand-drawn reeds in green and yellow. Inside, edged along the bottom in blue-green waves and encircled with a heart, he'd written a note:
Dear Elyse,
Thank you for being my new friend.
And liking mermaids.
And marrying my brother.
Your new friend,
Sebastian Kane
P.S. Are you a mermaid? Yes or No. — Sarah Ockler
Virgin, right? the voice asks again. It comes from the tall one with white-blond hair falling into his eyes. Frankie is still giggling, and my entire body goes hot and red, despite the chill in the water. If Frankie thinks she's just going to auction me off, well ... I don't know. It's kind of hard to be witty when you're trying to call forth a giant sea squid to swallow you up and drag you down to the depths of the ocean floor, never to be seen, heard from, or mocked again. — Sarah Ockler
I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with the way he erases things. — Sarah Ockler
If I let him walk away now, we'll forever be a "just"; Just hockey player and skating coach. Just music swappers. Just friends. A not-quite-almost whose time passed through as quickly as the train, fading into the distance before it even had a real chance at staying, at becoming something more, because I didn't speak up. — Sarah Ockler
I'll never know exactly what I lost, how much it should hurt, how long I should keep thinking about him. — Sarah Ockler
Whenever we'd pass a penny on the sidewalk, Matt wouldn't touch it. 'Let someone else have a lucky day,' he'd say. — Sarah Ockler
I've never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn't fix. — Sarah Ockler
While well-meaning relatives and friends stopped by, bearing an endless supply of cards and food in disposable foil pans and saying all the wrong things. "He's in a better place now." "God must have a plan for him." "At least he didn't suffer." "You're still young, Jayne. Maybe you can have another child." "You'd stop thinking about him if you took down his pictures. — Sarah Ockler
The first moments of being awake are neutral, as they always are, waiting for us to assign memory and meaning from the day before. — Sarah Ockler
I wonder how much we don't see. How much of our lives we witness and accept as truth when the rest of the iceberg - the heaviest, bulkiest part - is buried and invisible. — Sarah Ockler
Aaaand we have a winnerrrrr!" a man shouts into the mic in a singsong carnival voice as I lick the last of Patrick's ice cream from my fingers. "Pick out a prize for the beautiful girl."
"For you," Patrick says, kneeling in front of me with a moose in his outstretched hands.
I pull the stuffed animal to my chest. "Thank you. I shall love him always. I shall call him Holden Caulfield."
"From the book?"
"Yes, from the book. You were reading it when I saw you my first day here."
"You remember that?"
"It's one of my favorite books," I say.
"You were totally checking me out."
"Patrick! Not in front of Holden Caulfield!" I cover the moose's floppy ears with my hands, hoping neither he nor Patrick sees the red flooding my cheeks. — Sarah Ockler
I grabbed my tackle box and bole and caught up with Pancake to go scare away some fish. He was really good at it- stuck his snout in the water like he could sniff them out, and then he'd come up sneezing and shaking like, Blasted! Dog's can't breathe underwater- how could I forget? We don't have gills and we can't ... Hey, what's this? Water? Oh boy oh boy I wonder if I can sniff out fish? — Sarah Ockler
The only thing that's ours to accept is the fact that we don't always get to know the answers. — Sarah Ockler
Garra's got a way with the ladies," the Plazma wannabe announces with a wink. "So do I - it's a bass player thing. — Sarah Ockler
If I'd known he was going to die, my last words to him would have meant something. They certainly wouldn't have been my out-of-tune attempt at singing that old Grateful Dead song he loved so much. No, I would have told him how I felt about him, straight out. No more flirting, wild-eyed whispers in the grass outside. I would have looked at him harder to ensure his image was permanently seared in my mind. I'd have asked him a million more things so I could remember what mattered before I got in the car on the way home from Custard's. Because after, nothing mattered. — Sarah Ockler
What if he thinks I'm a tourist girl looking for some romantics long distance love affair just so she can share his gushing, beach-stained postcards with her friends? — Sarah Ockler
It got him killed, but at least he felt something. — Sarah Ockler
They key to a great party is the music," Sam says, scrolling through his iPod as we tramp through the sand. Eddie - the guy having the party - put Sam in charge of the playlist. "If it's too intense, no one will be able to hang out and talk. But if it's too mellow, it will turn into a snoozefest. You also have to consider timing. There's a particular kind of music appropriate for each stage of the party - intro, warm-up, full swing, wind-down, and outro. — Sarah Ockler
If I closed my eyes as you were talking, it was like I was there, like your stories were my stories. In many ways, I feel as if I have memories of you there, too. — Sarah Ockler
Somewhere along the seashore, a strange wind blows over the ocean, and twenty oblivious boys simultaneously look up from their surfboards. — Sarah Ockler
It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint. — Sarah Ockler
Sometimes a tarnished life was worse than a swift death. — Sarah Ockler
How can you say it was all a lie?" I ask, just above a whisper. "Matt was my best friend. I loved him that way always. 'We have to look out for her.' That was the last thing he said to me alone. And then he died. What was I supposed to do, Frank? Tell me? — Sarah Ockler
I felt the loss of my voice like a fresh wound, a cold blade against my throat, and I closed my eyes to keep the sea from spilling down my cheeks. No one knew me like my family in Tobago, but they'd known me always as Elyse, beautiful songbird, weaver of music that could bring a man to his knees. Music was my life, a rare gift that Natalie and I had shared, had grown into, had grown because of.
And now, without the music, I was just . . . Elyse. Broken.
My family didn't know me anymore. Natalie didn't know me. I didn't know me. — Sarah Ockler
I just swallow hard.
Nod and smile.
One foot in front of the other.
I'm fine, thanks for not asking. — Sarah Ockler
Every story is part of a whole, entire life, you know? Happy and sad and tragic and whatever, but an entire life. And books let you know them. — Sarah Ockler
Matt died of a broken heart — Sarah Ockler
Rules are rules, yet still
trumped always by kindness and human decency. — Sarah Ockler
I think we both like Crazy Anna a little more than regular Anna. It's like magic - while I was trying on the bathing suit last month, it rubbed against my butt and unleashed the Absolute Best Summer Ever Bikini Genie, granting all my wishes. — Sarah Ockler
You can't help who you love,"he says,"even if the timing is horrendous. — Sarah Ockler
I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything. — Sarah Ockler
We only had this one life. We could wish for the past all day long. We could look at old pictures and tell ourselves the same old stories but they're just that - stories. Memories. They happened. And maybe they were wonderful and amazing, and maybe they changed our lives in ways we'd never be changed again, but they no longer existed. By the time we stopped to reflect on one moment, it was gone, and another was instantly upon us, also destined to pass. — Sarah Ockler
What is the statute of limitations on feeling guilty for cheating on a ghost? — Sarah Ockler
Surrounding us is an ocean of mess and misunderstanding, full of pirates and sharks just waiting to see who slips in first — Sarah Ockler
His pink fingers found the shell around my neck, touched it softly. He lifted it and saw the scar. His brow furrowed.
He whispered, "Is your voice inside the shell?"
I smiled a little sadly.
"That's okay," he said. "We don't have to talk to be friends. — Sarah Ockler
Let someone else have a lucky day, Anna. — Sarah Ockler
There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are. — Sarah Ockler
Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold. — Sarah Ockler
I was falling in love.
I am losing my father.
With Emilio Vargas.
To smoke and shadow.
My heart fluttered.
My heart aches.
To feel it.
To deny it.
Life.
Death.
Possibilities.
Endings — Sarah Ockler
I wonder how many loose buttons there are in this world, just rolling around in a jar without a mate or a blouse to go on. No purpose. Just siting there unnoticed. Forgotten. — Sarah Ockler
Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service.
Hudson
Angel icing? That's the craziest, corniest, most whack-ass stuff I've heard in my life — Sarah Ockler
How can I fault her for trying to bury a truth that when exposed to air and sunlight could only hurt the ones she loves? — Sarah Ockler
Emilio and his brothers had been a topic of more Jude-and-Zoe middle school gabfests than the Cullens, the Lightwoods, or any of the other mysterious yet fictional bad boys we dreamed about back then, and she'd freak if she knew he'd resurfaced. — Sarah Ockler
Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you. — Sarah Ockler
You know it wouldn't kill you to walk, right, old man?"
"Maybe not. Wouldn't kill you to keep your clothes on, either. — Sarah Ockler
Everyone says that the internet is so awesome because you can connect with people from all over the world, but I think it's the opposite. The internet doesn't make it easier to connect with anyone - it just makes it so you don't really have to. — Sarah Ockler
Ladies and gentlemen, Princess Pink has officially brung it. — Sarah Ockler
The guilt of not telling Frankie about Matt and me is overwhelming, but it's a pale second to the violation I feel that she read my most private, raw thoughts and destroyed them. She broke into my carefully guarded heart, stole the only remaining connection I had to Matt, and turned it into a monstrosity. — Sarah Ockler
Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened. — Sarah Ockler
For a girl who's been burned before, risking it all is easier said than done. — Sarah Ockler
No matter what happens next, I'm not letting this turn into another two weeks of silence, the entire history of us summed up in a series of near misses and almosts just because neither of us had the snowballs to say anything. — Sarah Ockler
I just want to be floating, suspended here in my California time capsule with neither yesterday's dusk or tomorrow's dawn anywhere on the horizon. — Sarah Ockler
When you don't feel like talking, no one can force you, no matter how many stories and secrets might be locked inside. — Sarah Ockler
...Dads are supposed to be the strong ones. That's probably why Red has so many lines on his forehead. All the hurt goes up there to hide. — Sarah Ockler
Not only does he reduce my best friend's emotional state to something akin to an annoying rash, he also plants a new seed in my already overcrowded brain — Sarah Ockler
If you could, would you ask
For moonbeams in a heart of glass?
For sun rays on the silver sea?
Or would you ask for me? — Sarah Ockler
Chocolate Cherry Fixer-Uppers — Sarah Ockler
Hey. We good?" Christian asked.
They were all watching me, even the creepy doll head.
So I closed my eyes and said what I said best.
Nothing. — Sarah Ockler
You know, hon, after Stephie died, we never really talked about her." she says, her hands tight around the cart handle. "There's a lot of pain there. Still. I guess we feel like we failed her. Like maybe if we were home instead of away at college, we could've done something to fix her. Something my patents and the doctors and her boyfriend missed. Sometimes I think I don't have the right to talk about her. Like at the end, I don't know her well enough to say anything. So much of her life became secret. She spent all of her time with her boyfriend, and when she was home, her nose was buried in her diary. I swear that diary was her best friend, even more than Megan."
"Did you ever read it?" I ask.
"No."
"Not even after she died?"
Aunt Rachel shakes her head, removing an eggplant from the middle row and pressing her fingers against its flesh. "To this day, I don't know if I would've, either. We never found it, Delilah. It's like she just ... took it with her. — Sarah Ockler
Don't settle, okay? Not for anything. I mean it. You only get this one chance at life, far as I know. Take it. Even if its not with me. — Sarah Ockler
Nothing ever really goes away
it just changes into something else. Something beautiful. — Sarah Ockler
Maybe he's just ... craving the meatloaf?"
Dani hops off the counter and gives me the once over. "Craving the meatloaf? Is that what the kids are calling it now? — Sarah Ockler
Oh, so you're untouchable, huh, Delilah? You and your fucked-up relationship with your mother and everyone else in your life? Great. Does getting pissed at me make it better? does it fix ANYTHING?"
"You! Can't! Fix! Me! — Sarah Ockler