107 Quotes by Alexis Hall

Ms. Haas," I protested, "I do not wish to commemorate our failure with confectionery.""Failure? I never fail. I just sometimes lack the impetus to pursue success as rigorously as I might.

I think it's usually better to face the world as it is. The more we try to hide from something, the more power we give it.

You might've lost me. The way I see it, if they're your family, either they'll love you no matter what, or fuck 'em.”“Yeah, they don't work like that. They're more, _We're here for you no matter what you choose, as long as you choose what we want you to._ It's sort of the Model T Ford of emotional support.

You might've lost me. The way I see it, if they're your family, wither they'll love you no matter what, or fuck 'em.""Yeah, they don't work like that. They're more, _We're here for you no matter what you choose, as long as you choose what we want you to._ It's sort of the Model T Ford of emotional support.

I'd wasted so much of my life. So many of my days, and all of my promise, all of my dreams, lost to hospitals, to depression, to wanting to die. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This is not who I am.Except, of course, it was. It was all there was left to be.

Sometimes I though about killing myself. The idea of it circled my head, shining and lovely like a tinsel halo. How beautiful it would be if everything could just stop. If I could stop. If I didn't have to feel like this. Yes, I thought about it and thought about it, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it. That should have been funny, right?

I knew how to be a friend, a lover, a partner. I knew how to make someone feel cherished and seen and listened to -- everything I had myself always so desperately wanted and been afraid I might never have because I was so used to being overlooked.

I mean, I kind of feel alphas are the romance equivalent of an impulse buy. It looks great in the shop but then you get home and it’s like where am I going to put this thing? It doesn’t go with my furnishings and it keeps trying to kiss me punishingly.

I was the climber of a sheer cliff, dragging myself on bleeding hands towards a summit that I'd never reach and sometimes didn't want to reach. The things I cared about were the hooks I'd driven into the rock face. Depression snapped them, one by one, one by one. My only certainty was the fall.