203 Quotes by Morgan Matson

I knew I had no right to feel mad about this, but even so, I had to fight back the tears that were threatening to escape-for what Frank and I had had, and for what we would never have, and for what I’d broken.

It was like hitting the snooze button on your alarm – your sleep in that window is never very good, since you know it’s borrowed time, and that it will be over all too soon.

I didn’t have enough voice left to scream. And it wasn’t like anything was going to change. No matter how much I cried, even if I let myself yell, things were never going to get better.

There weren‘t enough tears to cry.

It was like she knew a secret, a good one, and if you got close enough, maybe she’ll tell you, too.

What do you think a Chick-fil-A is?” Roger asked, as we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot.

And I was realizing that it was pretty terrible to be sitting in silence with someone who you always used to have something to say to.

I looked at my brothers, and Linnie, and Rodney, and felt something within me that had been clenched tight start to loosen a little. So maybe I wasn’t just the youngest, the one who didn’t get told things. I was also the one who came to help, who tried to make things work, who they called when they were in trouble.

I realized there was a piece of me that had been waiting for this to happen ever since we’d become friends – the moment when Sloane would realize I wasn’t cool enough, or daring enough, to be her best friend.