“Trauma. It doesn’t eke itself out over time. It doesn’t split itself manageably into bite-sized chunks and distribute itself equally throughout your life.Trauma is all or nothing. A tsunami wave of destruction.A tornado of unimaginable awfulness that whooshes into your life – just for one key moment – and wreaks such havoc that, in just an instant, your whole world will never be the same again.”— Holly Bourne
“Being interesting isn’t important. But being happy is. As well as being a person you’re proud of”— Holly Bourne
“Yes, well, rein it in, Prom King. British people have been successfully repressing our emotions since before your country was even a thing.”— Holly Bourne
“I’ve never seen anyone get so excited by breakfast before.””Are you serious? It’s the most important meal of the day. Sometimes, at bedtime, I plan what I’m going to make for breakfast and then get so excited I can’t sleep.”— Holly Bourne
“Bad stuff happens, people are mean, there are no steps you can take that ensure the world leaves you alone. All you can do is try not to be one of those people who contributes to the bad.”— Holly Bourne
“Though the world was hazy, all I could think about was love. And how I’d never had it. How I would never understand what it felt like to fall asleep knowing another person was thinking of you. I would never have someone touch the small of my back as they steered me through a crowd. I would never know the contour of someone’s face off-by-heart, and yet not be bored with it. And, as I sank to the grey, chewing-gum stained carpet, all I could think was how sad that was.”— Holly Bourne
“Maybe there in a set amount of crying your body needs to deal with any trauma. There’s a certain water-level of tears you need to shed until you can find acceptance or move on or whatever. And, if you don’t cry them out, they just catch up with you.”— Holly Bourne
“Writing’s much more romantic when its pen and ink and paper. It’s… More timeless. and worthwhile. Think about it. There are so many words gushing out into the universe these days. All digitally. All in Comic Sans or Times New Roman. Silly Websites. Stupid news stories digitally uploaded to a 24-hour channel. Where’s all this writing going? Who’s keeping a note of it all? Who’s in charge of deciding what’s worthwhile and what isn’t? But back then… Back then, if someone wanted to write something they had to buy paper. Buy it! And ink. And a pen. And they couldn’t waste too many sheets cos it was expensive. So when people wrote, they wrote because it was worthwhile… not just because they had some half-baked idea and they wanted to pointlessly prove their existence by sharing it on some bloody social networking site.”— Holly Bourne
“Do you think maybe your writing isn’t going anymore because you’re unhappy? Because you’re not living the life you could? A life worth writing about? You must know that cliche-write what you know-but what do you know, Bree, when you shut the world out?”— Holly Bourne
“She has her own brand of strength,brought to the surface by the dim glow of the streetlight and the whisper of night air on her skin.”— Holly Bourne
“I want you to promise me that you’ll stop comparing yourself to everyone else.’ ‘What?’ I broke off the hug, not understanding. ‘You. Evelyn. You’re always like, ‘I wish I coulld be like this’ or ‘I wish I could be more like so-and-so’. You’re obsessed with being normal, but that’s well boring, and you’re extraordinary, Evie. Promise me you’ll stop trying to stop stop being you’.”— Holly Bourne
“Time can be strange sometimes. It can leave imprints in particular places, leaving ghosts of memories trapped.”— Holly Bourne
“Maybe all you needed in life was the belief you could change things. Somehow. Some way.”— Holly Bourne