Elizabeth Scott may refer to:
I think the way I feel when I look at Evan comes from her. In pictures taken the day she married my dad, she was reckless, laughing, spinning around in circles. She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can't even imagine. I don't want that. I don't want to be like that. I don' want to feel the way she did because I know what happens when you do. You love with your whole heart, with everything, and you wake up one morning and kiss someone good-bye the way you always do except you mean it as good-bye forever.
Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs. . . " He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.
Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.
He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.
I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.
Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.
I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.
I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.
It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.
But I know a lie when I hear one.
The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.
I felt nothing all the time, and it had started to feel normal. It should have scared me, but it didn't.
Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.
I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.
My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember
I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.
Sometimes being me is very confusing.
The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating
I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.
There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can't do.