Heather Demetrios > Quotes

“And maybe some people are like collages - no matter how broken or useless we felt, we were an essential part of the whole. We mattered.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?” I opened my mouth to say San Francisco or maybe Madrid—somewhere exotic. But what came out was, “Here. Right here.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I don’t really know what it means to move on, but lately, with Sky, I’m starting to feel like I want to because when I look at her, I don’t see you or the war or any of the shit in my head. I just see her, and it’s like suddenly I can breathe again after holding my breath for so long.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“He was the parts of the day where I smiled.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“It gave me hope: if you could make a beautiful piece of art from discarded newspapers and old matchbooks, then it meant that everything had potential. And maybe people were like collages--no matter how broken or useless we felt, we were an essential part of the whole. We mattered.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“What am I supposed to do when I’m bad for the one good thing in my life?”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I had to tell him we were like a collage. Pieces that could be put back together in a new way, a better way. If I didn’t say it now, I never would.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“It’s not every day you get to watch the two people you care most about in the world fall in love.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Maybe the only way you really know you love someone is it they can break you with a single sentence.”
― Heather Demetrios, Bad Romance

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“The Josh I grew up around, with two legs and an ego that couldn’t fit through the door? I didn’t love him. I didn’t even always like him.” One corner of his mouth turned up. “This is who you are. The real you.” I rested my forehead against his. “And I want you so fucking bad.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.”
― Heather Demetrios, Something Real

“It occurred to me that we were the same, in a way. Both of us treading water, pushing against forces we couldn’t control.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“When the store was empty again, I buried my head in my hands. I hadn’t realized how much Josh had been helping me get through the summer until he wasn’t there anymore. I wanted him to ask me how the Sky was. And then I wanted him to make it stop raining.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Maybe all those years when Josh was running around town, acting like an idiot, he was just trying to find a way to escape. Maybe that was what all of us were doing, in our different ways.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“How could someone hurt you so bad but you still wanted to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay?”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Everything—the moon, the fireworks, the fields—had an otherworldly beauty, and I shivered, greedy for these bits of loveliness the universe was throwing our way tonight.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Kind of. Just—we don’t know what happens when we die, right? I mean, maybe we go up to some perfect place in the sky, or maybe we turn to dust, or we’re spirits and can still think and hear and go places. So talking to the person that’s dead isn’t crazy. They could be listening to you. Right?”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I needed to hear her voice because everything was getting dark in me and she’s the only light I’ve found since all this shit happened. I just thought, if she would answer, if she would answer, maybe I could, I don’t know, just tell her in the right way why I was so messed up.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I didn’t want to go there, to those places he was describing, but I didn’t want to be where he wasn’t.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“When you're a stupid girl in love, it's almost impossible to see the red flags. It's so easy to pretend they're not there, to pretend everything is perfect.”
― Heather Demetrios, Bad Romance

“Read it. Just—don’t lose it. It … belonged to a friend of mine.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Why is it that some people in the world get to wake up in beautiful houses with fairly normal parents and enough food in the fridge while the rest of us have to get by on the scraps the universe throws at us? And we gobble them up, so grateful. What the hell are we grateful for?”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“But my life had suddenly become a Taylor Swift song: breakups and heartache and other girls.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“My movie tastes are more boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy, and everything’s happy at the end,” I said.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I’m sitting here on the Kaye Gibbons Show, and all I can think is that the whole country is sick. Sick with the idea that it’s good to be known as seen by as many people as possible, to show every part of our lives to the public at large. Whether it’s Facebook photos, blogs, or reality TV, it’s like nobody is content to just live life. The worth of our existence seems to be measured in pixels and megabytes and “likes.” Those of use whose lives can be downloaded seem to have the most value – until someone outrageous comes along to claim their time in the spotlight.”
― Heather Demetrios, Something Real

“I gave you my heart on a silver fucking platter and you ate it, piece by bloody piece.”
― Heather Demetrios, Bad Romance

“I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian cafes or hear the indie music in the bookstores I would spend my free time in. I pictured the friends I'd make, my kindred art people, and the dorm room I was supposed to move into.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Did he realize how he was sometimes able to say the perfect thing? Because if he was trying to get in my pants, it was working.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There