149 Quotes by Sarah Ockler

I really don’t even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.

The most tragic thing about California is that nothing is permanent or real here,” he says. “It gets to you, you know?

But when he died, I saw – nothing. There was nothing left to see.

The girl who’d written volumes on the walls but never said a word.

And I don’t want to talk about it, because one day his name will brush against my lips in her presence, and through and involuntary blushing of the cheeks, a misting of the eyes, a breath drawn too tightly, or a single tear, the secret I’m supposed to keep locked up forever will be revealed.

The only excuse I can think of is the truth – she’s broken. Until someone can figure out how to fix her, what else can she do?

I just swallow hard. Nod and smile. One foot in front of the other. I’m fine, thanks for not asking.

Not so long ago I’d been convinced that losing my voice was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, the worst tragedy. But since then I’d been losing my whole self, everything I stood for, believed in, felt. Everything I ever wanted to be. Everything I ever was.

Nature: it’s own creation, it’s own mystery, existing long before we took our first breaths and long after we take our last.