Highschool Quotes

“What's wrong with me? ... I might seem like the ideal student: homework always in early, every extra credit and extra curricular I can get my hands on, the good girl and the high achiever. But I realized something just now: it's not ambition, not entirely. It's fear. Because I don't know who I am when I'm not working, when I'm not focused on or totally consumed by a task. Who am I between the projects and the assignments, when there's nothing to do? I haven't found her yet and it scares me. Maybe that's why, for my senior capstone project this year, I decided to solve a murder.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“Close your eyes, real tight, and then count to three hundred. That’s all you have to do. You just count to three hundred, and when you open your eyes, five minutes will have passed. And even if it hurts or things are shitty or you don’t know what to do, you just made it through five whole minutes. And when it feels like you can’t go on, you just close your eyes and do it again. That’s all you need. Just five minutes at a time.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“To me, socializing was like sinking to the bottom of a deep, deep ocean... Until eventually you couldn't take it anymore, and had to come up for air"

- Shimamura - Adachi to Shimamura”
― Hitoma Iruma, 電波女と青春男 1

“I had also never realized before that I loved him, but I did. And his pain was my pain, and it hurt, but it also felt good in a strange way, knowing that we could share in it together.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“I pulled out my phone and thought about calling someone, but who was there to call? And what would I even say? It was just the kind of unpleasant surprise you had to share with someone, but I didn’t have anybody to share it with.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“Survival of the generic.”
― Siobhan Vivian, The List

“This was the time of the day when i most wished i were able to sleep. High school.
Or was purgatory the right word? If there were any way to atone for my
sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was
not something I grew used to; every day seemed more impossibly
monotonous than the last.
Perhaps this could even be considered my form of sleep—if sleep was
defined as the inert state between active periods.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“But there was something in his eyes at times that I would almost swear said something more. Some deeper sort of regard.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“Wait,” he said, and he had his hand outstretched toward me, fingertips just brushing the sleeve of my sweatshirt, gently rooting me to the spot. I wanted to shrug him off, but at the same time, I wanted to fall against him and bury my face in his shoulder. I wanted to commiserate about what had just happened, and make sure he was okay, and discuss how Stanton really is psychotic. I did none of the above.”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“I wish you were here. Or that I was there. I wish that there was some chance of talking like this after tonight, or seeing each other. Like, really seeing each other. Of being alone, together.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“As early as high school, she had realized that few people paid attention to you if you were hidden behind a book.”
― Katarina Bivald, The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend

“It could have been avoided. This couch misery spiral, this … loss … I could’ve avoided the bulk of it simply by doing more. I could’ve given a shit...”
― Emma Mills, First & Then

“We could never agree about Boogie and I didn't share Miriam's reverence for professors. In fact, just in case I haven't mentioned it before, the pride of my office wall is my framed high-school graduation certificate, lit from above. Miriam has reproached me for it. "Take it down, darling," she once pleaded. But it still hangs there.”
― Mordecai Richler, Barney's Version

“Just like any other high school dance, the theme was "crepe paper in the gym”
― Heather Hildenbrand, Dirty Blood

“She sounded like she really meant it, and I wondered if I actually was standing here on the sidewalk with her, and not still asleep in my room.”
― Claudette Melanson, Rising Tide: Dark Innocence

“Scott! If we had a band, we would be cool. Even if we sucked! We would transcend our class status or whatever, and become automatically cool.”
― Bryan Lee O'Malley, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

“I know high school is tough, Henry, but blowing up the planet is never the answer.’
‘You’ve clearly forgotten what high school is from my side of the desk.”
― Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants

“Unlike people, pi is forever, it doesn't just die, and it doesn't just end. It's constant, but at the same time there's no pattern to it. It's different. Unpredictable.”
― Yuen Wright, The Hoodie Girl

“If I'm a little late, don't go before I get there, will you?"
"Would you like to carry my books home?"
"Yes," said Cal.
She looked at him long, full in the eyes, until he wanted to drop his gaze, and then she walked away toward her class.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“Oooh, sneaky, I thought. Must be how normal mothers operate instead of yelling.”
― Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise

“Beck stabbed a hand through his hair and continued.”
― Marilee Brothers, Moon Rise

“I was not being mean. Mean was her mother giving her the name Bernice Woodward.

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― R.K. Ryals, Cursed

“down. There just was no way someone that good looking was getting made fun of. Plus guys could sleep with a whole team and it would be okay. Talk about double standards.”
― J.L. Beck, Bittersweet Revenge

“But in case you can’t find her let me draw you a map with some crayons, you go past leave us the fuck alone, and turn right at fuck off, and oh look you're in slut country.”
― J.L. Beck

“Ce frumos il fac pe trei!”
― Lucian Costache

“So, the wish I was gonna make was... that the four of us don’t part ways and have a happy highschool life!”
― Morangg, Odd Girl Out

“Now!’ Marvin interjected. ‘You must all be wondering why I invited you here. Well, you know why you’re here, Arthur; and I assume you’ve explained a little about the club to our members—’

‘We’re looking at alternative truths, right?’ Bedivere asked. ‘The darker side to Britain, and all that.’

‘Yes, yes, Bedivere, we shall cover that. We shall look at Europe, why we left and why ultimately the EU was disbanded; we shall look at the tragic situation in the United States, and we shall look at the abandonment of the Commonwealth states and the blight of Indonesia. But as well as that we shall also be looking closer to home, at our own histories, and I use the plural intentionally; at the rising rebels in the old Celtic countries, at the redefinition of New National Britain’s borders, and at our absolute ruler himself, George Milton, who thus far has used all his electoral power to claw hold of democratic immunity, whose Party has long since been a change-hand, change-face game of musical chairs with the same policies and people from one party to the next. This brings me to my former point of why I invited you here: because I believe that you three are the smartest, the most open, the most questioning, and that you will benefit most from hearing things from an alternative viewpoint—not always my own, and not always comfortable—that the three of you may one day take what you have learned here and remember it when the world darkens, and this country truly forgets that which it once was.’

There was a deep silence. Even Arthur, who was used to Marvin’s tangential speeches, was momentarily confounded, and in the quiet that followed he observed Bedivere to see what he thought of this side to their teacher. His eyes then slipped to Morgan, and he was surprised to find that she was transfixed.

‘But I must stress to all of you, it is my job at risk in doing this, my life at stake. So when you speak of this, speak only amongst yourselves, and tell no one what it is we discuss here. Understood?’

There was a series of dumbstruck nods of consent. Bedivere cleared his throat with a small cough.

‘And here I thought this was just going to be an extra-curricular history club,’ he joked.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed

“You would argue that we’re not a parasitic life form?’ Arthur challenged. Morgan seemed wounded.

‘Do you think I’m parasitic, Arthur?’ asked Bedivere, his eyebrows raised.

‘No, but—’

‘How about Gwen?’ he added, teasing.

‘Of course not, I didn’t say that the individual is parasitic, just our current way of life. Consumerism is destroying the planet. No, it has destroyed the planet. Why do you think half the world has starved to death? There’s not enough left to support everyone.’

‘Says who?’ Morgan snapped.

‘Says common sense.’ He could feel the wine loosening his tongue. ‘People are lying when they say things aren’t that bad. What do you think all those wars were for? We were all just fighting over who got to eat the last éclair.’

Marvin’s stomach growled, and he awkwardly cleared his throat.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed

“She was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen,
Her hair the shade of coffee beans,
A hoodie sheltered her in a sheet of red,
That slowly seeped and gently bled
And when she laughed
She crept her way into his heart.
Broken pieces, tied together,
A sea of stars that were forever
A mystery meant to be solved
And in a flash, his world evolved
A fearless bird soaring through a bright blue sky
Yet still as sweet as strawberry pie
Secrets bottled, stolen glances
Cloud-filled skies and second chances
And as time swept past in a quick blur
The lost boy fell in love with her.”
― Yuen Wright, The Hoodie Girl

“A valuable lesson I'd impart to my ninth-grade self: "Resist the urge to cloak your true self in a veneer of pain-disguised confidence. Such a mask, though it might seem protective, can inadvertently distance you from the very individuals you cherish deeply. This path could ultimately pave the way towards feelings of desolation and despondency. Remember, embracing vulnerability is an inherent aspect of our human essence, a trait that can serve as a shield against the clutches of depression and the echoing ache of solitude.”
― Christen Kuikoua