Elizabeth Scott Thinking Quotations

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

Josh pulls me aside. "Hey, About before, I just... I wanted to say ... well, I think you're pretty special." He says, kind of stumbling over the words a little. Like he's hesitant to say them, now i wish he'd hug me again. And then kiss me. But he doesn't. He just waves and walks off. I sigh. "Hannah, I just... I want you to know if I pause alot when I tell you how special you are I want you to think that I'm... very... very... deep," Finn says

I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.

I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

What had been became what was and a story only works when you know the ending. When the people in it don’t seem like pretend. When you can think about that girl and how she was once upon a time, and see her. When you don’t already know the story is a lie.

I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

I love the me I am with him. I’m the girl who has Dave. I’m Lauren, Dave’s girlfriend. I’m someone better than Lauren Smith, who no one noticed till Dave came along. The thing is, that girl isn’t me and I know it. But when I’m with him, I feel like I could be her. That if something in me was just–I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.