Namaste friends. This post is a collection of quotes from the book - We Were Liars by E. Lockhart. We Were Liars is a surprising, thrilling, and beautifully executed thriller in a spare, precise, and lyrical prose.
The Sinclairs are athletic, tall, and handsome. We are old-money Democrats. Our smiles are wide, our chins square, and our tennis serves aggressive.
We are Sinclairs. No one is needy. No one is wrong. We live, at least in the summertime, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts. Perhaps that is all you need to know.
It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can’t leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.
Welcome, once again, to the beautiful Sinclair family. We believe in outdoor exercise. We believe that time heals. We believe, although we will not say so explicitly, in prescription drugs and the cocktail hour. We do not discuss our problems in restaurants. We do not believe in displays of distress. Our upper lips are stiff, and it is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts. It is possible that we enjoy the way people are curious about us.
I am expressing my feelings, Johnny. That is what being a living, breathing human being is all about. Hello?
I am not someone to pity, with an unstable mind and weird pain syndromes. I am taking charge of my life. I live according to my principles. I take action and make sacrifices.
I’m dizzy and he’s holding me up and everything is clear and everything is grand, again. Our kiss turns the world to dust. There is only us and nothing else matters.
Just think before you complain about stuff other people would love to have.
You have a life stretching out in front of you with a million possibilities. It - it grates on me when you ask for sympathy, that’s all.
Half the time I hate myself for all the things I’ve done. But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I’m not hating myself, I feel righteous and victimized. Like the world is so unfair.
Grow up. See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be.
This is the United States of America. You don’t seem to understand that, so let me explain. In America, here is how we operate: We work for what we want, and we get ahead. We never take no for answer, and we deserve the rewards of our perseverance.
We should not accept an evil we can change. We would stand up against it, would we not? Yes. We should. We would be heroes, even.
My full name is Cadence Sinclair Eastman, and contrary to the expectations of the beautiful family in which I was raised, I am an arsonist. A visionary, a heroine, a rebel. The kind of person who changes history. A criminal.
Be a little kinder than you have to, and things will be all right.
It doesn’t play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book.