The Dead Romantics Quotes
"Every person has a secret. Every secret has a story."
"And in my head, every story has a happy ending."
"Love was putting up with someone for fifty years so you’d have someone to bury you when you died."
"Publishing was all very romantic until you found yourself in publishing. Then it was just another kind of corporate hell."
"You can imagine how that sort of thing could haunt you."
"When you put your hand in the fire too many times, you learn that you only get burned."
"Turns out when you were known for being like that kid in The Sixth Sense, everyone expected you to dress in all black and quote Edgar Allan Poe."
"You don't have to do everything alone, Florence."
"Sometimes, a spirit's final business wasn't talking to someone, or exposing their murderer, or seeing their own dead body—sometimes it was simply a waiting game."
"All anyone can do," Seaburn replied, "is try."
"Grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning because it wasn't the absence of everything you lost—it was the culmination of it all, your love, your happiness, your bittersweets, wound tight like a knotted ball of yarn."
"I just want to help my family," I said helplessly. "This is the only thing I know I can do."
"I wondered what he regretted, what parts of his life he wished he'd done differently."
"I wondered if my dad had any regrets when he went, too."
"Most of them just want to talk. They have good stories. And they want someone to listen."
"I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with the funeral parlor? Who knows."
"When I was thirteen, I helped a ghost solve his own murder."
"I like how the stories you create can be kind and good, and I like how they can never fail you, if that’s how you make them."
"You kind of forget in the city how many stars there are."
"A woman can be emotional and vibrant and love things. That doesn’t make her weak or inferior."
"In my experience, women with sharp tongues usually have soft lips."
"It’s not like he wrote me into his book. I wasn’t that dry and salty."
"I tried to listen to the dead sing through the trees, but all I could hear was the rain."
"A part of me always thought that it was Alice who should’ve inherited Dad’s gift."
"Everything had its place. It was neat and orderly."
"It was like stepping back into old, worn shoes that had gone stiff without a partner to dance with."
"Relationships aren’t perfect all the time. You have to talk to each other."
"One moment I had every grand romantic gesture right at my fingertips, I had faith these two characters would come back together."
"I didn’t like their stillness, or how blue always—always—crept through the heavy foundation."
"He used to spin those rings when he was anxious—especially the one on his thumb."
"Dad said I had a string of bad luck, but I don’t really think that anymore."
"My family was a lot of weird things, but sometimes they were just predictable."
"I wondered if he was in this gust, or the next one."
"I tricked myself into thinking that I could live like that forever, and until Ben showed up, I thought perhaps I could."
"I never wanted to create words, I always wanted to bury myself in someone else’s."
"I like the way they paint the world in this Technicolor dreamland, where the only rule you have to follow is a happily ever after."
"For the first time, a guy I dated looked at me like I mattered, and wanted to know every weird little thing about me."
"I should’ve known better. I just became a story to him, too."
"You deserve so much better than that fuckhead."
"It was a kind of magic, a kind of love story, I didn’t think he’d ever understand."
"My entire life was built on those kinds of things that I wasn’t supposed to do."
"I had so many plans—so many. And now I will never be able to do any of them, and I just—I want—"
"That worth wasn’t dependent on someone else’s love for you, or your usefulness, or what you could do for them."
"Sometimes I just wanted to let my guard down, let the pieces of me fall to the ground, and know that I had someone there who could put me back together without minding the sharp bits."
"Not because I couldn’t exist on my own, but sometimes I just didn’t want to."
"Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays."
"He hoped I asked for help because asking was not a weakness—but a strength."
"Love is a celebration of life and death. It stays with you. It lingers, my darlings, long after I’m gone."
"He knew we’d have each other. He didn’t need to stick around."
"I’m one hundred percent real. I think. But maybe kiss me again to see if I’m actually here?"
"It’s never easy. It’s also never really goodbye."