Penny Reid Quotes

I never cross-pollinate fantasy and reality.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. ​— ​L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

The phone in my hand buzzed, demanding my attention, and a text flashed on the screen. It was from Cletus and the sight made my heart lurch and twist, a pining ache stealing my breath. As I scrolled t...

Greg…not everyone is capable of fighting the great fights. Not everyone is brave and strong and powerful. Let people have their causes. Allow them their victories, when victories can be had, without b...

So I buried myself under my covers and cried like it was my job and I was hoping for a promotion.

Quote of the day: Friendship is like peeing your pants; everyone can see it but only you can feel it.

Everything is temporary, Duane. This, he gestured to our surroundings, this is temporary. Even mountains fall. Nothing lasts forever. You got a chance at happiness, even for a week, a month, a year? Y...

This came from Sandra. Roses are red, violets are blue, rhyming is hard. Wine.

Road trips can either suck monkey balls or, with the right person, they can be awesomesauce with cheesy fries.

Because if it’s possible to have a partner who gives all of themselves without reservation, who looks forward to working and sacrificing for me just as I look forward to doing the same for her, who ca...

Don’t set yourself on fire trying to keep others warm.

Saying someone would make a great politician is like saying someone would make a great serial killer. It’s not a compliment.

It wasn't my finest moment, but I rolled my eyes and actually huffed. Fine, don't answer. I don't even know why I asked.No, I am not having sex with anyone.Oh. I shrugged nonchalantly, but for some re...

And, when it was time for Meg to give her statement, I punched her in the face.

We fought over the bill when it came. By fought I mean: I insisted loudly on paying half and he responded with beleaguered silence. Instead of discussing it or attempting to engage in my one-sided con...

You can’t tell me that I don’t know you. I see you. I see you better than you see yourself. And everything about you is beautiful.

Elizabeth, in your own misguided, crazy, PMSing-woman way, I think you’ve been trying to be nice. My mouth fell open. Hey! You’re just not very good at being nice. It’s not a strength of yours. I can’...

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground. ​— ​Judith Thurman

I would not always be joy, nor would I want inert contentment. Sorrow and struggle bring gravity to the soul and to the mind, a gravity that cannot be achieved through mere happiness. We are most awak...

Marriage is an ultimate sport in emotional multitasking. I’m never only mad at Greg. I’m mad and madly in love; angry and concerned for his wellbeing; he frustrates and delights me in the same second....