I feel sad right now so I read a bunch of quotes from Pete Wentz (most are from his novel “Gray” or his novel “The Boy With The Thorn In His Side”) and I’m listening to FOB as well. Some of these are inspiring, others are really sad…but I like them all so I posted them here so I can easily read them in the future. Credit goes to goodreads.com for providing all these quotes in one space.
“Here’s to the kids.
The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV…and blame MTV for ruining their life.
Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.
Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed.
Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so.
Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).
Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care.
Here’s to the kids who speak their mind.
Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
Here’s to the kids.
This one’s not for the kids,
who always get what they want,
But for the ones who never had it at all.
It’s not for the ones who never got caught,
But for the ones who always try and fall.
This one’s for the kids who didnt make it,
We were the kids who never made it.
The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.
Not for the kids who had all their joys.
This one’s for the kids who never faked it.
We’re the kids who didn’t make it.
They say “Breaking hearts is what we do best,”
And, “We’ll make your heart be ripped of your chest”
The only heart that I broke was mine,
When I got My Hopes up too too high.
We were the kids who didnt make it.
We are the kids who never made it.”
“Girls are like apples…the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree…”
“Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.”
“And I could write it better than you ever felt it.”
“You can live with me in this house I’ve built out of writers blocks.”
“The Worst part of acting like a jerk isn’t when you’re doing it. Its when you realize you were.”
“Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead”
“There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, ‘Fence or van? Cause I’m crashing into one of them,’ and I said ‘Fence,’ so I hit the fence and bounced into the van”
“Long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45”
“Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.”
“♥”I’m a procrastinating underachiever at heart.”♥”
“If you aren’t just a little depressed, then you aren’t paying very much attention to what’s going on in the world.”
“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.”
“(before playing Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet) I couldn’t really come up with a short way to sum up this song, but I was watching the movie ‘Adaptation’ the other day and this sort of sums it up in my head. You are not who loves you. You are who you love. Always remember that.”
“Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it’s a classic “needs before other needs” argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.”
“I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.”
“He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.”
“I’m an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.”
“He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with “please die”.”
“He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.”
“For whatever reason, it seems like we’re against love. Everyone. People think love equates to weakness, or gullibility, or an unwillingness to deal with reality, so they try to
ruin it, the social scientists and the admen, with studies and lingerie shows and boxes of candy. They try to invalidate it, dirty it up, but they can’t, because people in love know
the truth. They know love is good and pure and really the most beautiful thing in the world. They know love is greater than anything, greater even than God. At first, I didn’t
believe it, but I do now. You have made me realize it. Being away from you has been the hardest thing I have ever done. I am shaking and sweating. I am going into withdrawal. I need you. You are my withdrawal. You are my blood.
I want to protect you from all of this. When it’s all over, I want to run away with you and never come back. I want to be buried in the ground with you. It’s the only way we can keep this pure and beautiful, I’m afraid. We have to stay away from this whole life. We have to be normal. We have to get married and move to Berkeley. Our love can’t
survive like this, no matter how hard we try. I’m quitting the band. I’m coming home. I need you.”
“We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.”
“This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull – a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.”
“He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.”
“I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed
in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time,
I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone
the second it leaves your mind?”
“there’s really nowhere else I can go, and even if there were, it wouldn’t make a difference
because I’d just be running from myself, and you can’t do that no matter how hard you
try, and trying hard is what got you in this predicament in the first place.”
“She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything.”
when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s a
bad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin,
“the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy;
every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists in
pills. We are all addicts.”
“This is how your heart gets
snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.”
“The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.”
“But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.”
“There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever.
We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.”
“Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.”
“Someone once told me that digging up the past has two sides: The pro is that you remember things you had forgotten about. Unfortunately, the con is the exact same thing. That may scare some people away, might force them to always be moving forward, never looking back, not for a second.”
“Just because today is a terrible day doesn’t mean tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire life. You just have to wake up and get there”
“First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.”
“But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires
work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.”
“That’s the problem with all of this. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make it perfect. I can’t keep it in a bottle, can’t ignore reality. Chemicals are involved, the kind scientists try
to synthesize and put into pill form, and they’re making tremendous advances every day. They’re winning the war against love. It’s probably inevitable now. There are only two ways to see the world: either no one and nothing is connected to anything, or we are all
a random series of carbon molecules connected to each other. Tell me if there’s room for love in either of those scenarios.”
“Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.”
“The world spins along outside, the sun
rises and sets, the streets go dark, the lights come on. The future is happening, but it can wait until tomorrow. Neither of us knows what will come next, or where we go from here,
or even what anyone will say about us, but none of it matters. We’ve got each other right now.”
“What are you looking at?” she asks.
What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was
put on this earth to find? Yes.”
“I want so badly to tell Her it’s going to be all right, that I’ll leave
the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell Her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell Her that I will protect Her forever. But none of that would be the truth. So I don’t say
anything at all.”
“She pulls me toward her, tells me, “You’re sweet, you know that?” I crack a smile. Life will not tear us apart this
time. Our hearts will see to it.”
“They did a study and found that countless men would choose gambling over love if given the chance. Even more would choose pornography over love if given the chance. We are cavemen; and it seems like that will never change. I wonder if the men they
studied have ever really been in love? I wonder how corporations will use this information to their advantage? “Hallmark cards and boxes of Fanny May chocolates will save humanity,” or something to the effect. It depresses me to think about it.”
“My conflicts of conscience are about the only battles I’m fighting these days, and I’m willing to fight until the end. There is something freeing
about this life, about living out of a single backpack and disappearing into the night. About smelling terrible and never remembering people’s names. About never having to say you’re sorry. We exist outside of society. We stay up late and sleep even later. We
are bandits, pirates, serial killers. The dregs. Someone should lock us up and never let us out again. But instead, they give us their money, they offer us their beds. We are not
going to pay for the beer. We are not going to be back here for a good, long while. We have prior engagements. We have the money in a duffel bag. We have no shame. Fuck guilt. Back to life.”
“Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.”
“I’ve always believed in God. I’m just not so sure he believes in me.”
“We’re sick of hearing people say, “That band is so gay,” or “Those guys are fags.” Gay is not a synonym for shitty. If you wanna say something’s shitty, say it’s shitty. Stop being such homophobic assholes.”