370 Quotes by Michelle Hodkin

This was the boy I loved. A little bit messy. A little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster. Just like me.

The smell of cold, damp earth and wet layers of leaves hooks onto childhood memories and tries reeling them to the surface of my mind.

There’s nothing I want. There’s nothing I can’t do. I don’t care about anything. No matter what, I am an imposter. An actor in my own life.

I’m rather sentimental about the ruins – as a child, I halfheartedly attempted suicide there now and again, always returning from post-tourist-hours expeditions with knees winking with cuts, and the occasional fracture or two.

It’s just a needle and it’s only pain. Pain is just a feeling, and feelings aren’t real.

Sometimes, Noah, I feel an overwhelming urge to punch you in the face.

Pain is just a feeling, and feelings aren’t real.

And then I turn away from them all, away from my father, away from the sodden remains of my family, to Mara.

I’m mourning the loss of someone who never existed.