Tara Kelly Quotes & Sayings

First loves can fuck you up. — Tara Kelly

Maybe I was being naive. Even stupid. I mean, who would trade Standford for being homeless? [ ... ] But I had to know if I was meant to be a musician. Otherwise I'd spend the rest of my life regretting it. Asking myself ... what if? — Tara Kelly

She knows her place in this world. She can tear down its walls, and still nobody knows her name. - Naomi — Tara Kelly

I love who you are. Because you accept me for who I am. You make me laugh, sometimes even at myself. And you make me happy. — Tara Kelly

I may not have written the song, but I could add my story to it. Everyone out there could. That was what made music so powerful. — Tara Kelly

You smell like a concert. — Tara Kelly

There are certain moments in life you can't miss. — Tara Kelly

Dave walked closer to me, his dark eyes combing my every move. "Do you always hold your guitar like that?"
I dropped my pick. "Do you always shop at Hot Topic? — Tara Kelly

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my neck. Fingers like frostbitten twigs that made me ache inside. — Tara Kelly

All I know is I make sense to me- it's other people who seem complicated. — Tara Kelly

Why was the world so obsessed with sameness? — Tara Kelly

He said, 'Jasmine actually seemed like part of the band tonight.'" A smile twitched his lips. "Then he questioned his sanity. — Tara Kelly

Why was it considered normal for a girl to live for fashion and makeup, but not car engines or bugs? And what about sports fanatics? My mom had a boyfriend who would flip out if he missed even a minute of a football game. Wouldn't that be what doctors considered autistic behavior? — Tara Kelly

If you like someone, you tell the truth because that, to me, is respect. If you hate someone, you tell them the truth because what do you have to lose? — Tara Kelly

I guess music is your drug of choice. — Tara Kelly

If you don't care, don't ask me how I am. Chances are, I don't care how you are, either. And it's not because I don't respect you or think you're loser. I just don't know you well enough to care yet. So, let's pass each other in silence and go on with our lives. — Tara Kelly

I really wanted something, giving myself permission to screw up wasn't an option — Tara Kelly

He'd probably spent as much time practicing scales as he had jacking off. — Tara Kelly

Do you have a name I asked?" I asked.
"Yes." He stared back at me, blinking.
"What is it?"
"Clover." He looked away and typed something into the computer. His mouth kept twitching, like he was trying to hold in laughter.
"Seriously?"
He pushed his sleeve up, giving me a view of a blue clover tattooed on his forearm. "I'm half Irish."
And half shithead. — Tara Kelly

Normal is an ideal. But it's not reality. Reality is brutal, it's beautiful, it's every shade between black and white, and it's magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something. — Tara Kelly

Monday nights always brought in the worst kind of crazy. Tonight that crazy came in the form of Paul Cross, town hermit. One of them, anyway. This was the Pacific Northwest. — Tara Kelly

Everything you say is worthwile to me. Even when you don't let me finish a sentence. — Tara Kelly

I'd been preparing myself to apologize. Forgive and forget, as Mom says. "Fuck you," I said. — Tara Kelly