Top 250 Nina LaCour Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “She’ll still be herself and I’ll be learning who I am now.”

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

203. “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

204. “And yet it frightened her when it was over. No emptiness this time. It frightened her, how open her heart was.”

— Nina LaCour

205. “So this was how it felt- to be dealt a blow, to pause, to keep going in spite of it. Not to start over but to continue.”

— Nina LaCour

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

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207. “She’d been a flower. Snipped from the root, quick to wilt, temporary. She’d existed to be lovely and to be chosen. No one had expected her to last.”

— Nina LaCour

208. “It was difficult, when ghosts were everywhere, to figure out what was real and what was imagined.”

— Nina LaCour

209. “You are still you.”

— Nina LaCour

210. “I’m trying to stay here with her in her happiness.”

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211. “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

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

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213. “I’m thinking about how Ingrid always made huge elaborate plans for everything. One of them involved getting rich somehow and buying the theater and fixing it up and reopening it to show indie films. Instead of sofa, we’d sell tea at the concession stand, and we might even have some photographs or books for sale. It would be more than a theater. It would be a place to escape to when people felt stifled by the chain stores and lonely in their massive houses.”

— Nina LaCour

214. “It was a summer of trying not to think too deeply. A summer of pretending that the end wasn’t coming. A summer when I got lost in time, when I rarely knew what day it was, rarely cared about the hour. A summer so bright and warm it made me believe the heat would linger, that there would always be more days, that blood on handkerchiefs was an exercise in stain removal and not a sign of oblivion.”

— Nina LaCour

215. “I guess she needs this – for us to move on – but it feels like another loss.”

— Nina LaCour

216. “But even if I had already been kissed by dozens of mouths, I would have known this was different.”

— Nina LaCour

217. “San Francisco always felt like an island to me, surrounded by the mythical East Bay with its restaurants and parks and North Bay with its wealth and its redwoods. South of the city was where our dead were buried – but not my mother, whose ashes returned to the ocean that killed her, which was also the ocean she loved. South of that were little beach towns, and then Silicon Valley and Stanford. But the people, everyone I knew, everyone I’d ever known, all lived in the city.”

— Nina LaCour

218. “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

219. “The moral in case you haven’t come to it yourself, is that sometimes it’s enough just to put something out into the world.”

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

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

— Nina LaCour

222. “We all looked so beautiful.”

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223. “To think that a girl who is practically a stranger could be the next person I love.”

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224. “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

225. “But wherever in the world we live, something’s gonna get us in the end. Something gets us every time.”

— Nina LaCour

226. “I feel like I’ve done something right in taking her here.”

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227. “They’re talking to one another in easy voices about things of great significance and things that don’t mean much. The distance between us and all of that living feels insurmountable.”

— Nina LaCour

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

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229. “And Emilie opened the door.”

— Nina LaCour

230. “The end of the world never sounded so good.”

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231. “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

232. “I’ll go wherever you go.”

— Nina LaCour

233. “I understood how she’d feel stuck. What she had was so beautiful. How could she add something without taking something away?”

— Nina LaCour

234. “She’ll be the same as she’s always been – fearless and funny and whole. She’ll still be herself and I’ll be learning who I am now.”

— Nina LaCour

235. “You raised your hand and said something so smart about it that suddenly the poem didn’t seem stupid anymore. And I knew that you were the kind of person I wanted to know.”

— Nina LaCour

236. “I smiled into my pillow, closed my eyes, wished for the feeling to last. I saw our futures unfolding, all pink clouds and cacti and bright sun and forever.”

— Nina LaCour

237. “We were so innocent and we didn’t even know it. There’s no way of getting it back. The confidence. The easy laughter. The sensation of having left home only for a little while. Of having a home to return to.”

— Nina LaCour

238. “She hadn’t cried in ten years. Now: a thunderstorm.”

— Nina LaCour

239. “And in our house, we enjoyed our togetherness but we enjoyed our apartness, too.”

— Nina LaCour

240. “If only lonely were a more accurate word. It should sound much less pretty.”

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241. “I found myself waiting, each time she glanced down, for her to look at me again.”

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242. “I know what it’s like to not want to understand.”

— Nina LaCour

243. “The sun porch where they’d spent their evenings: wicker furniture, fireflies hurling themselves at the windows, sliver of moon, and John Denver on the radio.”

— Nina LaCour

244. “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.”

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245. “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

246. “Close your eyes,” I say again. She closes them. I look at her. I wish her everything good. A friendly cab driver and short lines through security. A flight with no turbulence and an empty seat next to her. A beautiful Christmas. I wish her more happiness than can fit in a person. I wish her the kind of happiness that spills over. I place the bell into her open palms.”

— Nina LaCour

247. “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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248. “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.”

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

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250. “Alice moved through the world noticing beautiful things.”

— Nina LaCour