156 Quotes by Cath Crowley

Sometimes science isn’t enough. Sometimes you need the poets,” he says, and it’s in this moment, this exact moment, that I fall in love with him again.

I guessthere are a lot of people who don’t know the right thing to say. You don’t notice them somuch because they pretend they do.

I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?

Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.

It’s harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them cry.

Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It’s the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It’s so early he’s wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don’t pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.

I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don’t see that type of blue around here.

Our ghosts hide in the things we leave behind... Memory can transmigrate, from the dead to the living...

If you treat glass right, it doesn’t crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can’t control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.