Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

I don't talk about the past.

It is not enough to forgive; one must forget.

You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels.' But you can't.

I can't dwell.

I think a lot of us can relate to not choosing to face a painful memory, and something that's a painful past, and wanting to pretend like it never happened.

I've always been good at putting things behind me - I fall apart, do my crying bit and then put it away and move it.

I just don't like to talk about the past.

Denial is a powerful force.

I try not to look back at anything I do. I avoid it like the plague.

When it comes to heartbreaks and disappointments, I often have to be more or less done with them to be able to write about them. Then you might ask why I would write about them at all, but I think I owe it to the Jens of the past.

I made peace with 'Tevar' not doing well and moved on.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.

So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time. As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn.

There's a fearful term that's in fashion at the moment - closure. People apparently believe it is desirable and attainable.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

One can forgive but one should never forget.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

Laila has moved on. Because in the end she knows that’s all she can do. That and hope.

In small letters, someone has written NEVER FORGET on one of the slats. I know it's supposed to be a pledge, but it feels like a curse. Don't we have to forget some of it? Don't we have to forget this feeling? If we don't, how will we live?

No more tears now; I will think about revenge.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.

You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.

I'm not going to waste my energy looking into the eyes of someone like the guy who blew my legs off trying to find a way to forgive him for doing something that horrible when there are way more productive ways I could be spending my life. You've got to focus on moving on.

Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.