Top 250 Nina LaCour Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “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.”

— Nina LaCour

152. “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

153. “The whole world was out there, but I was in my mother’s arms, and I didn’t know it yet.”

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

155. “But change takes courage.”

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

— Nina LaCour

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

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158. “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

159. “Remembering the departed is the only way to heal.”

— Nina LaCour

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

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

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162. “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

163. “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

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

166. “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

167. “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

168. “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.”

— Nina LaCour

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

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

174. “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

175. “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

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

— Nina LaCour

177. “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

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

— Nina LaCour

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

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180. “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

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

183. “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.”

— Nina LaCour

184. “I knew you were the kind of person I wanted to know. But what I didn’t know yet was that you can tell a girl you want to hang out with her because she said something smart. So I looked for an excuse to talk to you, and I found one.”

— Nina LaCour

185. “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

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

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

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

— Nina LaCour

190. “Sister. I’m sure that painful things have happened to you. Ever marrying Jesus can’t entirely shield you from the realities of life” -Gramps.”

— Nina LaCour

191. “These are all things that change a person. If we endure them and we aren’t changed, then something is wrong.”

— Nina LaCour

192. “I want to be part of the world outside.”

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193. “Knowing that they’ll grow older as time passes, they’ll become old the way Gramps was, with gray hair and a tremble in his step, so much love still in their hearts – this astonishes me. I am capsized.”

— Nina LaCour

194. “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

195. “There is me and there is you and the snow has finished falling. Let’s just sit here.”

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196. “The silence fell between us again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, just unfinished.”

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197. “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

198. “I feel like the night might last forever and I would be okay with that.”

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199. “But from now on, it’s all about sunshines and rainbows.”

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200. “I’m just afraid that one day something’s going to catch me by surprise. Stale coffee. Squares of American cheese. Hard tomatoes, so unripe they’re white in the center. The most innocent things can call back the most terrible.”

— Nina LaCour