Girl Quotes

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

Just because it’s taken
you
three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one
else
has spotted I'm a girl!

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.

I'm sure I'll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on.

The human body is the best work of art.

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?

I'm the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.

V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for your loved one I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.

My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.

A wise girl knows her limits, a smart girl knows that she has none.

And life

definitely

doesn't want me
To just let it

tell

me
that the

girl

I met,
The

beautiful, amazing, strong, resilient girl

That I fell so

hard

for
Should only come in

third

Life

knows.

Life is trying to

tell

ne
That the

girl

I

love

The girl I fell
So

hard

for?
There's room for her in

first.

I'm putting

her

first.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea

Crap.
It's all crap.
Living is crap.
Life has no meaning.
None. Nowhere to be found.
Crap.
Why doesn't anybody realize this?

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

Please, touch me, I pray.

You're more trouble than you're worth."
"I'm a girl. That's my job.

He shook his head, just looking at me.
- "What?" I asked.
- "Nothing" he said.
- "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."
I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-"
- "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."
- "Never seen it."
- "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell."
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.
A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.

You know, there's no more dangerous creature on Earth than the teenage girl.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

I want everyone to wear what they want and mix it in their own way. That, to me, is what is modern.

I get obsessed by little nerdy things in my corner that no one else is interested in.

I'm a girl."
When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression.
"Indeed," she said.
Deryn's mouth feel open. "You mean you...Did you barking
know
?"
"I had no idea at all. But I make it a policy never to appear surprised." Dr. Barlow sighed, staring out the window. "Though on this occasion, it is proving rather more demanding than usual. A girl, you say? And you're quite certain?

Who are you anyway? What are you even doing here?
Haven, she said quietly, peeking at him.
He gazed at her peculiarly. Heaven? No, this definitely isn't Heaven. But I get why you’re confused, since I'm standing in front of you. She stared at him, and he
cracked a smile. I'm kidding. Well, kinda… I have been told I've taken a girl to Heaven a time or two.
Haven, not Heaven, she said, louder than before. Nothing about the conversation made sense to her. My name’s Haven.

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

I foresee no possibility of venturing into themes showing a closer view of reality for a long time to come. The public itself will not have it. What it wants is a gun and a girl.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that fragrant linden bower, I had to chase all of the leafs that fell away.

Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

Give a girl a boyfriend and she becomes a total expert on relationships

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and transformed her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

I pictured her tragically; it never once ocurred to me to picture her as the tragedy.

A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.

sometime hate is just confused love!

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

It's only through sheer force and luck that she's yet to take over the world.

A womans mistakes are different from a girls

It's not that girls are delusional, per se. It's just that they have this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.

I am the kid who sticks her finger in the light socket. I am the person who doesn't check the expiration date on the milk. I am the idiot who has never looked before she leaped. I am the girl who is falling apart, right now.

Spackle! Manchee barks, tho he’s too chicken to attack now that I’ve held back. Spackle! Spackle! Spackle!
Shut up, Manchee, I say.
Spackle!
I said
shut up
! I shout, which stops him.
Spackle? Manchee says, unsure of things now.
I swallow, trying to get rid of the pressure in my throat, the unbelieveable sadness that comes and comes as I look at it looking back at me. Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world keeps changing, whether I want it to or not.
Cuz, it ain’t a Spackle.
It’s a girl, I say.
It’s a girl.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, 'cause we're resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I'd be an idiot if I didn't marry this girl she's so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option... 'Oh he's got a good job.' I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who's got a good job and is gonna stick around.

A girl's life was defined by lines: fine lines, hairlines, bikini lines, class lines, the tightrope line between being a good girl and a slut. But there was always a moment when the lines blurred and a good girl had to decide whether to toe the line, cross the line, or stay safe behind the line that guarded her virtue.

I’m gonna take a nap, Heaven, he said, wanting away from her to clear his head. He didn’t like feeling uncomfortable in his house.
Haven, she corrected him as he started to walk away.
I know, he said. I kinda like Heaven though.
She turned to him, and their eyes met for the first time since he’d walked into the room. Me, too.