Sandra

“Mas um matadouro, para mim, não é apenas desagradável: é o Inferno! Tenho de os ignorar para conseguir viver. Sabe que desvio os olhos das montras dos talhos, quando passo em frente? Tem noção do grau de insensibilidade a que tem de se chegar para trabalhar nesses sítios? Para onde vai o sangue que escorre de dentro desses cadáveres?
Para as entranhas da terra?”
― Isabela Figueiredo, Um Cão no Meio do Caminho

“I wanted you in fourth grade, when you launched me off that water pillow and broke two of my ribs,” he said, his eyes narrowed on me behind his glasses like he could still see us at the lake. “I wanted you in sixth grade, when I drove over your foot with my dad’s ATV. I wanted you when Mr. Pockets got hit by a car and you cried as hard as I did, I wanted you when you kissed the shit out of me in the shed, and now, God help me, I want you when you shattered my fucking heart to keep me from ruining my own future.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“You just can't kill people and be pretty. It's confusing.”
― Hannah Nicole Maehrer, Assistant to the Villain

“You care way too much about pleasing the people around you, especially your dad, who absolutely takes advantage of it. You become sleepy and basically useless past nine thirty at night. You have this odd belief that you cannot tell people how you really feel, or you’ll be saddling them with the weight of the world and they’ll leave you. But it’s okay. I see these things. I’ve always seen them, and I love you because of, not despite, them. Because they’re what makes you you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Cruel Winter with You