Best 33 quotes of K. B. Ezzell on MyQuotes

And I stood there for a while in my sighing senselessness, waiting for her to make like a gorgeous flower and kiss me or something.

And I think the city fell madly in love with her just then.

Boys get real scared when girls say everything at once.

Bravery is never measured by the magnitude of the actions, but rather by the choices made.

Contrary to popular belief held by the younger generations, you do not actually have to share everything you do with everyone you know. In my experience, the best moments in life are the ones nobody else will ever see, and there is a such thing as good secrets.

Dammit, life is strange.

Damn, if I could go back, I would say a lot of things. And I would laugh more.

Her laugh was my favorite sound, and I think I was her favorite reason to laugh.

Humans feel pain, they feel it hard and heavy and deep, and that right there is the only proof of life you will ever need.

I believe there are still wandering dreamers and exceptional imaginations among us. I believe fiction can be beautiful again.

I cannot explain the force which pulled me to him. His sudden entrance into my empty life had awakened something very simple and very human in me. I was wondering and wishing and hoping like a fool with the rest of them. I had come undone by the magic. I wanted to believe. I wanted to chase after something vain and stupid. I wanted to forget everything.

I don't think you can really judge a person until you've seen them out of context. Out of their element, you know? When they're scared and free, that's when who they really are comes out. That's when you really see them, know them.

I dream of the stars,” I let the words slip gaily from my mouth as my imagination finally got carried away. “I dream of taking every one of them in my hands and kissing them.

I felt like summer sunsets or July fireworks or chasing down the ice cream truck.

I gave in to a deep and healthy laughter that must have added ten years to my life and given birth to a thousand blue butterflies somewhere in the world.

I knew never to trust a sweet promise.

I'm no princess.

Men came to cities like this to get good and lost for a long time, maybe even forever. Well, I never remembered coming here, but I was lost, that was for damned sure.

Music isn't perfect, see, that's what makes it so beautiful. You don't know it, you feel it. And you gotta really put your whole broken heart into it, or else it's just noise.

Music is the only place where time does not exist.

My mother always said that plain can be pretty too.

One of my greatest obsessions is the lights of a city. Through my eyes there is nothing so delicious and rich and lovely.

People play games, the whole damned thing's a game. And friends are just a part of it. They lie, they pretend to know you, to get you. They even pretend to love you, sometimes. But they leave, they always do, in the end. You can try all you want. But I promise you, if there's one thing I know for sure about people, it's that they leave.

She told him once, I think they were drunk, that he could never keep a garden until he learned how to love pretty things without destroying them.

She was so pretty, not the kind of pretty that hits you at first, but the kind that blooms the longer you were with her. Like a flower, she was always like a flower to me.

She was the kind of person they write songs about, the kind of girl who saves a man.

Some people like the dreaming better than the coming true part. They hate when things work out, they almost expect them to go wrong, and they never know what to do when their cynicism is proven wrong.

Sometimes, trust is something born only out of necessity. A curtain we draw to hide the ugly truth in order to convince ourselves that everything is fine, when deep down, we know nothing is fine. Crazy logic, I know. But take it from someone who knows. I trust people just enough to keep my head above water, but never completely. No matter how much you invest in a person, no matter how much think you can trust them, you can always be fooled.

So, no matter how happy I was, in the back of my cynical mind I kept waiting for the punchline, the catch, the wicked trick of it all. I was used to the things I loved disappointing me.

The city was alive to a nonsensical degree. Every color was so absurdly saturated that I thought it was all kind of like a dream, more a painting or an art deco interpretation of a city than an actual city.

The idea of watching her walk away, taking every happy thing with her, was suddenly the very worst thing I could imagine.

The stars possessed a more humble kind of beauty than the raging and burning centerpiece of our galaxy, and he loved the sound those distant diamonds seemed to make in the black silence. Like winking sirens luring lonely men to their deaths, drowning them in the inky sky. He was desperately in love with their mysterious nature and saw them as alluring and gentle masters of the heavens. Masters of perfection, those tiny spheres of cool light were, hanging fixed and strong in their celestial place. Perhaps he loved the stars because he was so much like them.

Why does everything move so fast when you are angry?