Carrie Jones Quotes

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

Nobody is perfect, though. We all want everyone to think we are, but perfection is some crazy mythical state that we can never achieve. It is a goal beyond our grasp, always shifting and changing and taunting us, because it knows...it knows we can never reach it.

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us

I’m not a damsel and there is no distress

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself

Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were.

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on.

Friends help friends fight pixies.

I crumple on my bed. For a second, i believed that what i wanted more than anything in the world had come true. For a second, i believed that my dad was back. but he isn't. He's gone again. he's really truly gone and i know it. i know i'll never see him again no matter how much i want to. The candle in me has blown out and i'm afraid, really, really afraid, because my biggest fear is true. i have to live my life without my dad, my running partner, the guy who taught me amnesty and sang john lennon songs really off key.

Astley comes to my side. 'Are you well?' 'No,' I tell him, voice hoarse. 'I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again'

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.