10 Quotes by Jo Knowles

I'm lying in my room listening to the birds outside. I used to think they sang because they were happy. But then I learned on a nature show they're really showing off. Trying to lure in some other bird so they can mate with it. Or let the other birds know not to get too close to their turf. I wish I never watched that show, because now all I think about is what those pretty sounds mean. And how they're not pretty at all.

I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep.

She’s the kind of person who looks at you when you’re talking and asks you questions as if she really cares.

For someone who is invisible, why am I the only one in this family who can’t seem to master the art of disappearing?

I want to be happy. To finally just let the past slip away into the night.

She and this chant, “All will be well, all will be well.” I started to believe them, but the whole thing was a scam. It was just some stupid thing to say to make me believe life isn’t unfair. And just when I thought life was perfect, it became unbearable again.

But then, as she looks at their unsuspecting, uninterested faces, she will start to think about what that really means. That just like there is more to her than what they see, there is more inside each one of them. What’s your story? she will wonder as she scans the room from face to face. And this time, when she pleads with them to read between the lines, she will try to do the same.

Maybe that’s what being real friends are all about – putting up with the hard lessons – both taught and learned together.

What happens when you finally decide to tell the truth and no one listens?