Author of quotes: Poppy Brite. Page 3

His friends were solid walking disappointment.

... Surely they wanted another son, a son with normal hair, a son who showed interest in the school and who was elected Chairperson of the student Council; a son, which would lead home a neat and modest girls in neat skirts and pink blouses, and not one who all day sits in room and reads some strange books. Probably they thought: "He is not native to us. No one knows who were his parents. So it's not our fault". And they were right.

They both played tough, cynical, independent individuals who need no one and not to get out of the way, did not allow himself to show tenderness towards each other - the most common affection in which both he and she so desperately needed.

Steve sighed, like a man long resigned to the necessity of suffering.

No one drank the life of the lane, feeling the pulse of his former friend, drank, drunk with tears and blood.
He never realized that it was his tears.

It is often so difficult to understand which option is correct.

If you're used to being alone, it does not mean that you like it.

There are nights, like it was for sadness or reflection, or to savor alone.

He was rude and even cruel, but he, too, used to hurt and to relieve this pain could only way is to pretend you don't notice.

It seems that you didn't die, but you no longer live.

Wine kills people.

Everything has its "pros" and "cons". Everyone has their own truth. Most people only see their own and know how to ignore the rest.

Night is the time when dreams come to die.

If you need something, don't wait until you will. You have to take yourself. Because you will do nothing. Nothing.