212 Quotes by Lauren Myracle

And now...here I was. I stood by my bedroom window, watching Dorrie and Tegan growing smaller and smaller. The moonlight made the snow look silver – all that snow – and just looking at it made me cold.

Only Christmas is over, and there were no angels.

It was about pleasant, in a life-sucks-but-at-least-there’s-good-music sort of way.

As I listened to the lyrics – truly listened, instead of just letting them float over me – the almost-pleasant feelings went away. I’d always thought this was an inspirational song about God or something, because of all the hallelujahs. Only it turned out there were words before and after the hallelujahs, and those words were hardly uplifting.

Well, it’s a heck of a lot better than a broken hallelujah. And also, Please, God, I sure could use some grace.

Ah, Christ, this is the place with the messed-up sizes, isn’t it? Like, ‘grande’ instead of ‘large?’ He stretched it out all stupid and fake-French, and Christina and I shared a look. “Why can’t you just call it a large?” he asked.“You could except grande is a medium.” Christina said, “Venti is large.”“Venti. Right. For the love of God, can’t I order in plain English?

Then I noticed his rising blush, and I realized something. Tobin and Angie...their togetherness was new. New enough that being touched by her still came as a glorious, blush-worthy surprise.

By six-thirty, the sun was officially on the rise, it was pretty. I suppose, if you liked that sort of thing. Fresh starts, new beginnings, the warming rays of hope.

It’s a program called “Angels Among Us,” she said. “I don’t have to get a degree or anything.