Patrick Star Best Quotes Novels & Stories

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“You know that you mean a lot to me, right?” A bitter laugh slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “Yeah, right,” I replied, rolling my eyes. For a split second, I almost allowed myself to be flattered by his words, but my brain reset when Madison’s voice replayed in my head. Patrick’s expression crumpled and he swallowed hard. “Madison doesn’t mean anything to me and she’ll never mean anything to me.” He added, trying to reassure me. “I’ve never loved any woman like how I love you. And I don’t think I can ever love another woman.”

Can he take a hint? “Neither am I.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? He seems to freely give out a massive amount of attention to anyone with two arms, two legs and a head. When I don’t say some desperate reply that one of the girls that circle him would say, he starts questioning me. “With pain comes strength.” Is he stealing a page from his friend's playbook by quoting my tattoo that runs down my inner forearm? “Is that a mantra of yours?”

I persuaded myself like this. Standing at the door, Patrick stared straight at the camera of the video house phone as if he were looking at me. He said, "Charlotte Archer, I'm crazy." "What?" Hearing his words all of a sudden, I was confused. "I know that I can't like you. And I shouldn't do. But as long as I am awake, you are always on my mind. I think I'm crazy. I know I have done something unjustifiable. But I insist on proceeding to get them done.

“Not unless they’re begging for a second round of broken bones.” Kai chuckled softly at that, though his eyes didn’t leave Patrick. “Don’t let their words decide who you are. You’re still standing after all of that, aren’t you?” Patrick blinked at him like no one had ever said that before. “I…” He swallowed. “I guess.” “Good,” Kai said, his voice warm but certain. “Then you’re stronger than you think.” Patrick’s cheeks flushed as he ducked his head again, but there was a tiny flicker of relief hiding behind his timid expression.

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

I’m not sure if that’s a part of the power we are still learning about, or if it’s just her, because she doesn’t even need the power to bring people together; she’s enough without it. We pause to watch for a moment. Orin gets knocked flat on his back, groans, then bursts out laughing. Lila offers him a hand, and I see the spark in their eyes before either of them realises it’s there. “Mates,” Parker murmurs. “You can see it already.” “Yeah,” I say, smiling faintly. “Guess it’s in the air.” He chuckles. “Careful. You’re starting to sound romantic.” “I blame Paige.”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

Apparently, Marvin and I were the talk of the town after Misty’s parents told everyone we were engaged and expecting a child. Was that why Marvin kept his distance from me? Was he embarrassed? Panther burst out laughing. “See, and that’s why it’s better to keep your mouth shut.” He gave me his unwanted advice. “I had to learn it the hard way, but these rich people…they don’t know how to communicate.” “Yes!” I agreed. Panther, who was drunk, grabbed my hand. “They’re not like you and me.” He said. “But that’s why I like you…you’re like my little sister—“

Good timing; the night will keep me company. Patrick sat next to me and handed me a bag full of milk tea and a hotdog burger. I accepted them and started eating, letting out a sigh. I looked into Patrick's eyes and stared at him. "Pat, why do I always end up hurt?" "Ciara, everyone goes through that process," he said. "Everyone has their own struggles, though the ways they handle them might be different." "That's confusing," I said, rolling my eyes. "How could my dad do that?"