Best 17 quotes of Chelsey Philpot on MyQuotes

Before that night, I didn't grasp that the shadows that sometimes crossed her face weren't momentary clouds passing in front of the sun. Her deep silences were more than daydreams. And her habit of standing with her arms wrapped around her ribs was a way of holding herself together. I didn't get there must be balance. She couldn't hold so much life, light and joy without also containing their opposites.

But if love can be funny and capricious, it can also be strong enough to seem like a sign of insanity.

Childhood is not all candy stores and recess; it’s frustrations and confusions, too.

Even knowing everything, I would have chosen the same. It's only in hindsight that we can point, as easily as finding a town on a map, to the moments that shaped us, - the moments when choices between yeses and noes determined the people we become.

For it should be recognized as a natural law that the difficulty of of making decisions about the future is directly proportional to the amount of internal entropy created by love.

Heartache, guilt, loss, grief, these things, too, are monsters.

If you believe in gravity, you already believe in something higher than yourself.

Illness can be undignified. Suffering does not have a purpose, and relationships are complicated. In the most painful way a person can, Hazel comes to realize, that love does not, cannot, conquer death. What it can do, however, is transcend it.

In the Empire, the Scholars are not allowed to read and, like so many bullies and power-seekers who hide behind ideologies to justify the terrible things they do, their oppressors wear masks. 'An Ember in the Ashes' suggests that such masks (literal or figurative) don’t work. Not forever, anyway. Masks only cover faces. It’s actions that show who we are.

So self-assured were they all by nature that it never occurred to me to doubt that their perfection was predetermined by forces I did not understand. They were all royalty. They were all gods. They were all broken.

The air was swollen with music, shouting, and something I could not quite place- a feeling of happiness, but happiness with an edge, a sense of joy that was all the more meaningful because it was so fleeting.

The hours were long, but the days were short, and as much as I willed it to never come, the end of summer arrived anyway.

The trouble with your life being a miracle is that people expect miracles of you.

This is not something anyone can teach you. Heartbreak you must learn on your own.

We cannot 100 percent know the depth of another person’s heart. We cannot know the whys and whats of his soul. This idea could be sad, but it doesn’t have to be. Instead of rendering human beings powerless, it could render them more compassionate. Knowing that the stranger who just bumped you in the hall or that the awkward loner who sits behind you in class each have a story, makes it easier to chose kindness — again, again, and again.

When, after all, does the fall begin—at the first thought of flight or the moment you're airborne?

Yes. Love. The greatest man-made disaster in a world that's full of them....Poets say love is forever. Country singers, that it's something you drown in beer and cheap whiskey. Meanwhile, the men in white coats blame love on hormones, evolution, and chemicals in our brains. You could ask every person here what love is and you'd get a different answer every time.