Vikki Wakefield Quotes & Sayings

Who, being love, is poor? Oscar Wilde — Vikki Wakefield

Joe might have called that place godforsaken but I could see a whole lot of proof that if there was a God, He'd been there. — Vikki Wakefield

Growing up is made up of a million small moments in time, and one of the most painful is the moment you're severed from the whole, when you realize that your parent is complicated and fallible and human. — Vikki Wakefield

Sometimes the best you can do is try not to be one of the bastards — Vikki Wakefield

Moments like that, I thought maybe there was a God, a fickle puppet-master who decided it was time to remind us that life isn't just an echo of the Big Bang - that we're here, with beating hearts. — Vikki Wakefield

They all count, even the wrong turns; they all add more to who you become. Nobody wants to be a one-way street. There are signposts if you cared to look. — Vikki Wakefield

Throw stones, make waves. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Vikki Wakefield

The way I see it, you have two options. Run, run like hell, or dive in — Vikki Wakefield

Whatever we'd had together, however brief and wrong, it had made me believe that it was possible to connect with another human being. — Vikki Wakefield

FRESH GRIEF FEELS LIKE THIS: Your mind is a maze and every pathway leads to a bricked-up wall, the one where you can see the real world just on the other side, but you can't reach it. It's a feeling like someone's scooped out your insides with a spoon and all that's left is a shell that walks like you and talks like you, but your body and soul have parted ways for a time. Your senses don't fire and you can't connect with another human being because to string all that grief together like a strand of paper dolls would create something as powerful as an atom bomb - you'd implode. So you're all alone. And, for a short while, at least until it sinks in, you can fake anything. — Vikki Wakefield

Why did everyone have to be so goddamn needy? — Vikki Wakefield

I never would have believed I could kiss a boy that way. I thought there were only two types of kissing: the passionate, rip your clothes off kind, and the dry, chaste peck you gave an elderly person because it was expected. But there was another kind of kiss. The kind that sealed a moment in a time capsule, forever: a small moment that branded my soul. — Vikki Wakefield

We craved new beginnings — Vikki Wakefield

Wrong turns just added more to who you are. I didn't know that they also add to the toll you must pay to go back. — Vikki Wakefield

Some kinds of crazy you make for yourself, others you inherit — Vikki Wakefield

If I had known, would I have gone back sooner? If there was an audible reshuffle and click every time my path was altered, some Jumanji-like close-up of a game piece slotting into place, would it have changed our fate? It could have been that moment or a million before it; I'll never know. — Vikki Wakefield

I am afraid. I'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of the dark, of closed-in spaces, of being alone and of getting too close. I'm afraid that I'll never again have the life I've always known, my feet in the dust and my heart full. I'm afraid of being alive; I'm afraid to die. — Vikki Wakefield

I was hard-wired to run when I cared too much — Vikki Wakefield

He was looking up at the stars, but not, I think, because they were so close they seemed suspended between earth and space. He was still, not blinking, because his eyes were filling up like that dammed pool and he was trying to hold back his tears. But the water always finds a way through, even when you pile those stones high and deep - eventually it finds a way. — Vikki Wakefield

Watching someone you love die is like driving through a fog. You know you're headed somewhere but you can't see your hand in front of your face; you're so focused on steering without crashing that you never say the things you want to say. — Vikki Wakefield

Beginnings were always exciting. — Vikki Wakefield

Life was short, and if it wasn't sweet you were in the wrong place with the wrong people — Vikki Wakefield

How nature made its most deadly creatures alluring precisely so they could lure their victims close. — Vikki Wakefield

Courage isn't something you can conjure, it's either in you or it's not. — Vikki Wakefield

Jordan Mullen is looking at me like I'm something he wants to scrape off his shoe and right then my heart breaks, but somehow beats on. — Vikki Wakefield

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn't matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn't see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I'd slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun. — Vikki Wakefield

I wanted to live, to take the open road before me. — Vikki Wakefield

Forever chasing stars — Vikki Wakefield

Recollection hurt so much; I could barely remember my unbroken self — Vikki Wakefield

And I wanted Jordan, because if he wanted me back it would mean I wasn't ordinary. A guy like him wouldn't settle for that. — Vikki Wakefield

But if I put the logistics aside and focused on what I knew - how I felt - it was hopeless. There was only resignation, and fear. Put the two together and you had a recipe for self-destruction. — Vikki Wakefield

A text message has no soul, no matter how many commas you shift. — Vikki Wakefield

She's pretty in a familiar kind of way that I forget to notice, until someone else notices and I'm reminded. — Vikki Wakefield

I thought about loneliness. How its not something you catch and mostly we choose it. How a trouble shared is a trouble halved but things like love and joy are multiplied when you have someone to share them with. — Vikki Wakefield

It takes time to believe again — Vikki Wakefield

In the back of my mind I know that this is wrong and I have somewhere I need to be. Like laughing at a joke, then remembering that somebody died. Guilty pleasure. — Vikki Wakefield

In our street everybody knows everybody's business. Someone will notice I rode up and walked down. Over fences and through keyholes, your business can pass like a Chinese whisper and beat you home, even if you're running. — Vikki Wakefield

I am nothing. I feel like nothing. I want my life to matter. What if one day I'm gone and nobody ever knew I existed? — Vikki Wakefield

Some things aren't meant for this world. They're too fragile, and life breaks them. — Vikki Wakefield

The street looks like the set of a ghost town in an old western movie, but there are eyes everywhere. — Vikki Wakefield

I know that this is as close as I'll ever get. He's broken in ways I'm not. — Vikki Wakefield

Maybe family were the people who came looking for you when you were lost. — Vikki Wakefield

I'd heard or read somewhere that the ability to feel pain is the first thing to go. That's not true. The ability to care goes first. — Vikki Wakefield

I'd missed it - the way the outback lit up in dying light. The stillness, the color. Out there, a quiet moment to yourself could feel like forever, but at the same time you were reminded that your entire life so far was barely a blink. — Vikki Wakefield

Sometimes we keep the physical objects until memory is enough — Vikki Wakefield

When you're a child, what you see and hear and comprehend can be sorted into little boxes. Then, as you live and learn, all those boxes open up and become rooms. The more you experience, the bigger those rooms get. If you're lucky enough, there are some people you will love, and who will love you, long enough to see their boxes grow into vast spaces. You'll understand things that had no meaning. You'll find dark corners that only light up for the briefest moments. But when you keep getting lost, you just end up with a pile of boxes. — Vikki Wakefield

You can't always make good choices. Sometimes you have to settle for making a choice you can live with. — Vikki Wakefield