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Maureen Johnson Quotes | Quotes said by Maureen Johnson

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #1

    Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.


  • Maureen Johnson Quote #2

    Boo: Go talk to her.

    Callum: About what?

    Boo: Anything.

    Callum: You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'

    Boo: I do that.

    Callum: I love it when you get it wrong.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #3

    Claim whatever you want. Say you only want a happy family or a successful career or a big house. I say: no, that's not what you want. You'll settle for those things, but you really want a monkey that does your evil bidding. Pullman is a genius just for this.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #4

    Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #5

    English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #6

    Eton produced Society's Monsters - everyone knew that. Politicians, mostly, and occasionally people who ran banks and all the other institutions that stole the world's spoils for themselves.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #7

    Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #8

    Fear can't hurt you. When it washes over you, give it no power. it's a snake with no venom.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #9

    Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #10

    I decided to deflect her attitude by giving a long, Southern answer. I come from people who know how to draw things out. Annoy a Southerner, and we will drain away the moments of your life with our slow, detailed replies until you are nothing but a husk of your former self and that much closer to death.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #11

    I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #12

    I don't mind bigots. You're allowed to be bigoted, if that makes you happy. Just do it at home. And not around the children.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #13

    I felt so alone on that train... a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #14

    i get a little romantic about the old Empire State. Just looking at it makes me want to play some Frank Sinatra tunes and sway a little. I have a crush on a building. I'd been in there several times but never to work. I always knew there were offices in there but the face never penetrated, really. You don't work in the Empire State Building. You propose in the Empire State Building. You sneak a flask up there and raise a toast to the whole city of New York.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #15

    I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named Further Maths. It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #16

    I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #17

    I know no one is perfect, that behind every facade of perfection is a writhing mess of subterfuge and secret sorrows... but even taking that into account, Noah was pretty much perfect.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #18

    I looked at the stained-glass image of the lamb in the window above me, but that only reminded me that lambs are famous for being led to slaughter, or sometimes hanging out with lions in ill-advised relationships.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #19

    I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #20

    I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It's like I'm shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #21

    I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater.
    It would would be easier if you just said porn, Scarlett said.
    No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #22

    I’d love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I’d want to be covered in drops of candle wax and breadcrumbs and rings from the bottom of wineglasses. I would never be lonely, and I would always serve a good purpose.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #23

    Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #24

    It just seemed like telling the truth would mean admitting some weakness

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #25

    It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #26

    Kissing is something that makes up for a lot of other crap you have to put up with...It can be confusing and weird and awkward, but sometimes it just makes you melt and forget everything that is going on.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #27

    Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #28

    Life is always going to be a series of ouch-making moments, and the question was, was I going to go all fetal position, or was I going to woman up? I went into fetal position on the bed to think about this. Fetal position turned out to be very comfortable.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #29

    Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell,' Brother Frank added. 'The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.

  • Maureen Johnson Quote #30

    Maybe it was that I was broken. Maybe it was just that I was out of my mind. But it occurred to me that I was going to kiss him. The thought just arrived, certain knowledge, delivered from some greater, more knowledgeable place. I was going to kiss him. Stephen would not want to kiss me. He would back up in horror. And yet, I was still going to do it. I reached over, and I put my hand against his chest, then I moved closer. I could feel just the very tips of the gentle stubble on his cheek brushing against my skin.

    “Rory,” he said. But it was a quiet protest, and it went nowhere.

    For the first few seconds, he didn’t move—he accepted the kiss like you might accept a spoonful of medicine. Then I heard it, a sigh, like he had finally set down a heavy weight.

    “I was pretty sure we were both kind of terrified, but I was completely sure that we were both doing this. We kissed slowly, very deliberately, coming together and then pulling apart and looking at each other. Then each kiss got longer, and then it didn’t stop. Stephen put his hand just under the edge of my shirt, holding it on the spot where the scar was. Sometimes the skin around the scar got cold—now it was warm. Now it was alive.

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