Цитаты из книги White Oleander

- Ты когда-нибудь хотела себя убить? - спросила Ивонна. - Не которые говорят, что когда ты вернешься, ты начнешь с того самого места, где остановилась.

Запомни мой совет. Держись подальше от конченных людей.

Запомни мой совет. Держись подальше от конченых людей.

Самое худшее случилось, больше не надо было его ждать.

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Сердце Сергея, этот пустой коридор, непроветренная комната.

 Я не хочу касаться любви, этого семантического крысиного гнезда.

She talked as if silence would crush her if she didn't prop it up with a steady stream of sound.

I wanted the world to be beautiful for her.

- Как насчёт любви? Вы в неё не верите? - Нет, не верю - так, как люди верят в Бога или Зубную Фею. Она больше похожа на 'Нэйшнл Энквайер' - крупный заманчивый заголовок, а под ним очень скучная история.

Мне же нужно во что-то верить.

Кто я без моей боли?

I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted her to hold me, feel sorry for me. I wanted to hit her. I wanted her not to know how much I needed her, I wanted her to promise never to go away again.

I should know enough by now not to expect anything from life, instead of giving in to Stockholm syndrome.

Why couldn't she tell me she was leaving? Did she think it didn't matter to me, didn't she know how entirely I depended on her?

Now I could dance, but she had left me without music.

She could steal my soul. She was already doing it. But who else did I have, what other beauty was there?

She would have been a good secret agent, I thought, and tried to do the same, but after a while, I wondered if it was a good act or if she had forgotten me entirely.

To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had not yet been made in their passports.

I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind... But hatred, now. That's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you. It's so soothing.