Top 250 Nina LaCour Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “But it turns out that even the fiercest denial can’t stop time” -Marin.”

— Nina LaCour

152. “We are all on our way to the same party even if it’s taking place in hundreds of different bars and living rooms. We are going out to celebrate ourselves and one another. To fall in love or to remind ourselves of all the people we’ve loved in the past.”

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153. “The truth was unconfined, unadorned. There was no poetic language to it, no yellow butterflies, no epic floods. There wasn’t a town trapped underwater or generations of men with the same name destined to repeat the same mistakes. The truth was vast enough to drown in.”

— Nina LaCour

154. “I hope you don’t get in trouble, I said, but how could trouble find us? We were miraculous.”

— Nina LaCour

155. “I’m trying to figure myself out. I keep failing.”

— Nina LaCour

156. “It’s an ache. A heavy sadness. The kind that is brought on by heartbreak and then perpetuated by everything that reminds you of the way it’s broken.”

— Nina LaCour

157. “My favorite thing about my home is sharing it with the people I love.”

— Nina LaCour

158. “His camera was always at the ready, as if something beautiful could happen at any moment.”

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159. “Hiding and denying and being afraid is no way to treat love. Love demands bravery. No matter the occasion, love expects us to rise.”

— Nina LaCour

160. “There are many ways of being alone. That’s something I know to be true.”

— Nina LaCour

161. “I lost nearly everything, and then I built something better.”

— Nina LaCour

162. “The most innocent things can call back the most terrible.”

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163. “I became aware, then, of the way I moved through the world. No unusual scars or crooked bones. Nothing about the way I looked at first glance that gave me away. I wondered who had done that to him. Who had left it untreated.”

— Nina LaCour

164. “Here was the taste of it – a little bitter, a little sweet, some citrus brightness, maybe honey. And here was meaning. A home, hers alone.”

— Nina LaCour

165. “We were beach creatures. We had treasures in our pockets and each other on our skin.”

— Nina LaCour

166. “There were always millions of things to talk about, each topic pressing in so that our conversations rarely began and ended but rather began and were interrupted and continued, strands of thoughts that got pushed aside and picked up later. If our past selves got a glimpse of us now, what would they make of us?”

— Nina LaCour

167. “Maybe the story came from some part of me that wished I knew more, or at least had actual memories instead of feelings that may have only been inventions.”

— Nina LaCour

168. “Gramps set up that tree every year. He pulled out the decorations his dead wife and dead daughter bought and pretended to be a man who had lost too much and survived it. He pretended, for me, that his mind and his heart were not dark and convoluted places. He pretended that he lived in a house of me, his granddaughter, for whom he baked and often drove to school and taught important lessons about how to treat stains and save money, when really he lived in a secret room with the dead.”

— Nina LaCour

169. “I mean, you see a million terrible things every day, on the news and in the paper, and in real life. I’m not saying it’s stupid to feel sad, just that it would be impossible to let everything get to you and still get some sleep at night.”

— Nina LaCour

170. “Cried over fiction instead of the truth.”

— Nina LaCour

171. “But it was everything I wanted, because I chose it to be mine.”

— Nina LaCour

172. “If this were a short story, it would mean something.”

— Nina LaCour

173. “She never spent money this way, always thought she’d wait until she had a real apartment, a reason to have nice things, but it struck her, standing in the store: Maybe this was it. Reason enough. Maybe she was in the middle of it already and just hadn’t realized.”

— Nina LaCour

174. “It was subtle and sweet and just the faintest bit bitter.”

— Nina LaCour

175. “Even though there are no true beginnings in life – there’s always something that came before – there are definitely moments that feel like a beginning, and it’s always good to stop and take a second to enjoy them.”

— Nina LaCour

176. “It’s stunning,” she said. “It’s like... the best posisble thing art can do. It’s about you, but I see myself in it. I imagine everyone here does.”

— Nina LaCour

177. “I thought he never lied to me. I thought I knew who he was, but he was a stranger all along, and how do I mourn a stranger? And if the person I loved wasn’t even a person, then how can he be dead?”

— Nina LaCour

178. “I guess when you spend a life riding the waves – knowing that the ocean is heartless and millions of times stronger than you are, but still trusting that you’re skilled enough or brave enough or charmed enough to survive it – you become indebted to the people who don’t make it.”

— Nina LaCour

179. “There are degrees of obsession, of awareness, of grief, of insanity. Those days and nights in the motel room I weighed each of them against the other. I tried to make sense of what had happened, but each time I came up short. Each time I thought I may have understood, some line of logic snapped and I was thrust back into not knowing. It’s a dark place, not knowing.”

— Nina LaCour

180. “His eyes were yellow as daisies. He’d been coughing up blood. He looked like a skeleton, sitting there next to me.”

— Nina LaCour

181. “William Morris. He said that everything you own should be either useful or beautiful.”

— Nina LaCour

182. “Maybe there is no right thing to say. Maybe the right thing is just a myth, not really out there at all.”

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183. “There was so much going on under the top layer. It was quiet, maybe, but it wasn’t simple.”

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184. “I guess I disappeared for a minute.”

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185. “But I know that there’s a difference between how I used to understand things and how I do now. I used to cry over a story and then close the book, and it all would be over. Now everything resonates, sticks like a splinter, festers.”

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186. “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And then I’ve a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly.”

— Nina LaCour

187. “If I could stop dreaming up a deathbed scene where his hospital blankets are crisp over his stomach and his hands are holding mine. Where he says something like, See you on the other side, Sailor. Or, I love you, sweetheart. And a nurse touches my shoulder and tells me it’s over even though I can already see it by the peaceful stillness of him. Take your time, she says, so we just stay there, he and I, until the darkness falls and I am strong enough to leave the room without him.”

— Nina LaCour

188. “I don’t know why, but I feel like something happened to her, like there’s pain behind her smile.”

— Nina LaCour

189. “I want a love like that. I want pure and true. I want it with you.”

— Nina LaCour

190. “She sounds so tired. Tired of me and the way I’m not talking.”

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191. “Descubro que sou uma pequena parte de um mundo milagroso.”

— Nina LaCour

192. “Even the good places are haunted.”

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193. “She steps toward me and hugs me tight. I close my eyes. There will come a time soon – any second – when she’ll pull away and this will be over. In my mind, we keep ending, ending. I try to stay here, now, for as long as we can.”

— Nina LaCour

194. “I could say the night felt magical, but that would be embellishment. That would be romanticization. What it actually felt like was life. We weren’t thinking of what would happen next. No one talked about the way the summer was supposed to unfold or the places we’d find ourselves in the fall. It was as if we had made a pact to be in the moment, or like being in the moment was the only way to be.”

— Nina LaCour

195. “We take a last look out of the window at the night, and I send a silent wish to everyone out there for this kind of warmth.”

— Nina LaCour

196. “The common man pays for the internet,” he went on. “He pays for cable, for Christ’s sake! Because he needs more and more and more! Like anyone could watch one hundred channels. What good is a life if you live it like that? Glued to a lightbox showing you pictures. Telling you when to laugh and what to fear. The common man lives this way because he has lost the intuition of our ancestors. All you need in order to live is this.” He took two fingers and pressed them to my mother’s wrist.”

— Nina LaCour

197. “Because if we have any sense of self-preservation, we do the best with what we’re given.”

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198. “Before the water reaches a boil, he will be here. I dropped the pasta in and set the timer. Before the ten minutes are up. I melted some butter. I wasn’t hungry, but I would eat it anyway, and by the time I was done, he would walk through the door and call out my name. The.”

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199. “It’s possible that some of the rooms were occupied by regular people, down on their luck, but my wing was full of the broken, and I was at home among them.”

— Nina LaCour

200. “It was quiet, maybe, but it wasn’t simple.”

— Nina LaCour