For myself, the way that I learned comedy was doing it live for four years, and only after doing sketch for four years did I feel confident enough to be like, ‘Okay, I feel good about starting to put stuff on the Internet where it lives forever.’ As opposed to one time at a college sketch show where it bombs and we never speak of it again. — Rachel Bloom

Okay,” I sighed. “I don’t like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I’ll take it. You’ll never be able to trust me.”
“Fair enough,” he said. — Darren Shan

Okay, let’s recap.
So I lost a few good things, but wait;
There’s other fish in the sea.
And my heart’s still here: the bait.
It has a few cracks
And a couple of shark bites,
But it’s alright.
A bleeding heart is never one to wait in the water for long.
I wonder what my next catch will be.. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

What are you terrible at?” I asked, running my hand across his starched shirt. Encouraged by the touch, Maxon drew circles on my shoulder with the hand he had wrapped behind my back.
“Why would you want to know that?” He asked in mock irritation.
“Becaue I still know so little about you. And you seem perfect all the time.It’s nice to have proof you aren’t.
He propped himself up on an elbow, focusing on my face.
“You know I’m not.”
“Pretty close,’ I countered. Little flickers of touch ran betwen us. Knees, arms, fingers.
He shook his head, a small smile on his face. “Okay then. I can’t plan wars. I’m rotten at it. And I’m guessing I’d be a terrible cook. I’ve never tried, so-”
“Never?”
“You might have noticed the teams of people keeping you up to your neck in pastries? They happen to feed me as well. — Kierra Cass

For me, I just never put all my eggs in one basket, so to speak. I know that music and acting now are things that I want to do for the rest of my life. But, if suddenly that was to stop, I’d actually be okay. It’s not the be all, end all of my life. I know who I am, outside of this, and I think that’s a really big thing to have. — Jordin Sparks

Our Voice is our most powerful tool against these evil people who prey on the innocent, we should never be silent and let them continue to harm people. By being silent we are telling them it is “Okay to continue”. I firmly believe if you choose to stand with those who wish to keep the victim silent you are yourself guilty of a crime against humanity
– Misty Griffin — Misty Griffin

It’s not your bra. It’s our bra and I want it off.” I slip it off her, pulling her against me as I rub my hands down the length of her back, then around to the button on the front of her jeans. “And I want to take off our pants.”
She grins against my lips and slowly nods. “Okay, but hurry,” she whispers.
“I can be quick,” I assure her. “But I’ll never hurry. — Colleen Hoover

Do you have a leather jacket? One for a ten-year-old boy?” I asked the man selling leather jackets and gloves in Covent Garden, London. “Yes, I have one right here!” And the man dug out a fine leather jacket that looked styled and tailored for a young boy. “I’m buying this for my son” I said to him. “I love this jacket, it’s perfect, I think I will just come back for it tomorrow, though! I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” And the man reached his arms above his head, and said with a big smile upon his face “You only have one life to live! What is the difference if you do something today, or if you do it tomorrow?” I thought about the man’s words. And I bought the jacket. He was right, there is no difference, really, between doing something today and doing something tomorrow, when you only have one life to live! Afterall, tomorrow may never come! All you really have is today! — C. JoyBell C.

She was uncomfortable with what the professors called “participation,” and did not see why it should be part of the final grade; it merely made students talk and talk, class time wasted on obvious words, hollow words, sometimes meaningless words. It had to be that Americans were taught, from elementary school, to always say something in class, no matter what. They never said, “I don’t know.” They said, instead, “I’m not sure,” which did not give any information but still suggested the possibility of knowledge. They avoided giving direct instructions: they did not say “Ask somebody upstairs”; they said “You might want to ask somebody upstairs.” When you tripped and fell, when you choked, when misfortune befell you, they did not say, “Sorry.” They said “Are you okay?” when it was obvious that you were not. And when you said “Sorry” to them when they choked or tripped or encountered misfortune, they replied, eyes wide with surprise, “Oh, it’s not your fault. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Don’t believe everything she says, okay? Don’t leave without talking to me.”
I turned around, and said, fiercely, “Never. Not even if I talk to you first. You aren’t getting away now, buster.”
He dove for my mouth. And when he was finished ensuring that neither of us was going to get much sleep for a while, he said, “Remember that. We’re both likely to be clinging to that thought by the time this is over. — Patricia Briggs

It went okay.” Kaye shifted her eyes to one side and shrugged. “Rachel Browning tried to pull down my shorts.”
“Did she succeed?” Cross asked.
“Got them down to my curlies,” Kaye said.
The young men looked ready to appear shocked, should Cross be. Cross laughed. “Jesus, Kaye. I never know what I’m going to hear from you. You drive my PR folks nuts. — Greg Bear

First, it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel things. Remember that. Second, be a kid for as long as you can. Play games, Travis. Be silly” – her eyes glossed over – “and you and your brothers take care of each other, and your father. Even when you grow up and move away, it’s important to come home. Okay?”
My head bobbed up and down, desperate to please her.
“One of these days you’re going to fall in love, son. Don’t settle for just anyone. Choose the girl that doesn’t come easy, the one you have to fight for, and then never stop fighting. Never” – she took a deep breath – “stop fighting for what you want. And never” – her eyebrows pulled in – “forget that Mommy loves you. Even if you can’t see me.” A tear fell down her cheek. “I will always, always love you. — Jamie McGuire

You are turning me into what I never have been and never wanted to be, a nag, because you are not living up to your end of a very basic contract. Don’t do that, it’s not okay to do. — Gillian Flynn

Father I am waiting, I need to hear from You, to know that You’re approving, of what I say and do, cause nothing really satisfies, like when You speak my name, so tell me that You’ll never leave and everything will be okay. In Your presence, all fear is gone … in Your presence, is where I belong … — Jason Upton

I think if your goal is for everything to be okay, that’s a mistake. To achieve that goal, the only obstacle you’d have to face tomorrow is to eliminate all risk … I’ve made the decision that I’m never trying to make everything okay. I’m trying for there to be more loose ends, not fewer loose ends. — Seth Godin

I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to
lower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my mind so perfectly.
‘Listen, that’s the only goddamn thing I’m asking, Ollie. Otherwise, I know you’ll be okay.’ That thing in my gut was stirring again, so I was afraid to even speak the word ‘okay.’ I just
looked mutely at Jenny. — Erich Segal

The whole thing was silly,” I said. “Please tell her there’s no need to apologize. We set ourselves up for this. I was never going to be the guy in her head. And she was never going to be the girl in mine. And that’s okay. Seriously. — Rachel Cohn

I could almost feel Meghan against me, shaking with sobs as she mourned her Winter prince. I could feel my arms around her as I whispered that it would be okay, that she still had me, and I would never leave. Ant then I wanted to kick myself in the head for thinking that — Julie Kagawa

We don’t have to live up to the expectations of others. Passion is personal. As long as our passion is fueled with the right stuff then keep on plodding forward. I’ll never be Mark Twain or Tom Clancy. But that’s okay, because neither of them could teach you to mix a boundless number of grays, or where to place the catch light in a portrait. — Jack White

I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It’s a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It’s one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn’t for his hold, I’d drop like a house of cards.
I fall into him, and Noah wraps me in his arms. “It’s okay, baby. We’re okay.”
I cling tighter to him, because it doesn’t feel okay. For the past two months, life was good and easy and everything I dreamed it could be. Despite my efforts, the muscles at the corner of my mouth tremble. I wanted to be done with tears and with whispered comments thrown in my direction like knives and with this overwhelming sense that I’m less and that I’ll never belong. — Katie McGarry

Slow down, and enjoy that stuff if it’s possible. Kathy doesn’t care what time I leave, only what time I clock out, and she knows sometimes I sleep here when I’m locked out, or have friends over. Everything’s cool as long as I clock out on time.”
She swallowed that big bite she’d rammed in, and said, “Okay. Jeez, I’m so hungry, this stuff is good.”
Ketchup for your fries, miss? I can recommend it – it’s my main source of vitamin C.”
She smiled. “Sure. What does Kathy do if you clock out late?”
Well, a couple times I’ve fallen asleep and done it, and gotten off with a warning. Eventually, though, if I made a habit of it, I’d disappear in the middle of the night, and never be seen again, and the only clues the police would have would be a few orange hairs and some enormous shoe prints. But for a few weeks afterward, all over the country, the Quarter Pounders would taste just a little bit more like Lightsburg, Ohio. — John Barnes

Tell TAMMY it will be all right. She says what will be all right? I say whatever you are crying about. She says that is exactly what she’s crying about. That everything is all right. That the world isn’t ending. That we’ll never tell each other how we really feel because everything is okay. Okay enough to just sit around, being okay. Okay enough that we forget that we don’t have long, that it’s late, late in this universe, and at some point in the future, it’s not going to be okay. Sometimes — Charles Yu

I’m starting to think I’ll probably never have a girlfriend, which would be okay too. On those few occasions when a girl has actually flirted with me, tipped her head sideways and laughed at some stupid remark, all it did was make me angry. It seemed like she was playing a game with idiotic rules. First you laugh, then you tell a pretty lie, then you stick your tongue in each other’s mouths, then you say something really mean and hurtful to each other, then you go off to find somebody else who wants to play the game. This is an activity for intelligent people? I think not. — Ellen Wittlinger

It’s okay to feel whatever you need to feel. Just promise me that you will never, ever feel guilty. Promise me that you will never blame yourself. It’s not your fault. You’re just a little girl and it’s not your fault that your life is so much harder than it should be. And as much as you’ll want to forget these things ever happened to you and as much as you’ll want to forget this part of your life existed, I need for you to remember. — Colleen Hoover

Tristan sighed, slipping his arms around Zach, too. “You’ll never get rid of me.” “I’m oddly okay with that.” Tristan dug his fingers into his back. “And I’m not Donna. No open relationship bullshit. I don’t share.” “Neither do I. Not you.” Zach nuzzled the spot behind Tristan’s ear. He bit Tristan’s earlobe. “If you flirt with Nick again, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.” Tristan — Alessandra Hazard

Basically, I’ve reached the point where I’ve lost any direct relationship to any of the editors I used to have. I suspect I’ll have to pay to publish this myself, and I think a lot about about putting out fifty copies. I used to think about hogwash like my legacy and silly things like that. But I feel like if I never have another book out, I’ve done okay, I’ve had like twelve or thirteen little books, and I won’t be upset about this on my death bed. — Richard Meltzer

Now I know I’ll never be numb again. A mother is condemned to feel everything forever. And I’m finally afraid, condemned to fear everything forever. But that makes sense: feel someone else’s pain, feel someone else’s everything.
And he’s my baby, so everything’s okay. — Kristin Hersh

My Mother

My mother was not educated but she was the best teacher I’ve ever had in my entire life. She had what it’s called natural wisdom, bless her precious soul. Here some of her teachings: Human Values:
Love: Learn to love because everything that’s based on love has a deep rooted foundation.
Kindness: Be kind all the time but never let anyone take advantage of your kindness.
Peace: Learn to have peace with yourself when the world turns against you because it starts with you.
Honesty: Be honest to yourself and then to the others.
Respect: Respect others and they will respect you.
Openness: Be always transparent especially when you are hurting. Never pretend that it’s all okay.
Loyalty: Always be loyal to your family and make sure your family comes before anything else.
She taught me to learn to compose myself when life gets tough and unfair to me.

I love you mama & Happy Mothers Day — Euginia Herlihy

I didn’t get to stop missing her. Ever. It was the thing that my life had handed me, and no matter how heavy it was, I was never going to be able to set it down. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to be okay. Or even happy. I couldn’t imagine it yet exactly, but maybe a day would come when the hole inside me wouldn’t ache quite so badly and I could think about her, and remember, and it would be all right. That day felt light-years away, but right at this moment I was standing on a tower in the middle of Tuscany and the sunrise was so beautiful that it hurt.

And that was something. — Jenna Evans Welch

Directing is really my favorite thing to do, but if I never directed again, I’d be okay if all the work I did was good. — Jeff Garlin

If Daddy could see me now. I spent the morning with Rebecca at the Indianapolis Speedway, at an auto museum filled with Nascars and racing paraphernalia. Do you remember when we used to watch all five hundred laps with him, every year? I never understood what it was that made auto racing such a biggie for him – it’s not like he ever tried the sport himself. He told me once when I was older that it was the absolute speed of it all. I liked to watch for crashes, like you. I liked the way there’d be a huge explosion on the track and billows of ebony smoke, and the other cars would just keep a straight course and head right for the spin, into this sort of black box, and they’d come out okay. I — Jodi Picoult

When we got to the Lock-Horne Building on Park Avenue – again Win’s full name is Windsor Horne Lockwood III, so you do the math – Dad said, “You want me to just drop you off?” Sometimes my father leaves me awestruck. Fatherhood is about balance, but how can one man do it so well, so effortlessly? Throughout my life he pushed me to excel without ever crossing the line. He reveled in my accomplishments yet never made them seem to be all that important. He loved without condition, yet he still made me want to please him. He knew, like now, when to be there, and when it was time to back off. “I’ll be okay.” He — Harlan Coben

I reached out and wrapped both my arms around one of John’s. “Promise me we’ll never be like them, okay?” I asked, with a shudder, nodding at Seth and Farah. “Calling each other babe in that annoying way?”
“We could never be like those two,” John said, leading me away after giving Seth one last stony-eyed glare. — Meg Cabot

I’m a realist, okay? I have been for a long time. I need to be, and you liking me-wanting to take me out on a date and do-”
“Really fun and interesting things to you.” he supplied.
I flushed. “Yeah, that.”
“Naughty things that are going to make you feel so good,” Jax continued, and his words and the way he spoke them turned me on like I’d never been before. “That’s what I want to do to you. — J. Lynn

I wouldn’t mind the early autumn if you came home today I’d tell you how much I miss you and know I’d be okay. It’s funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It’s funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can’t erase the memory and time can’t bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. – Margaret — Jacqueline Woodson

I’m sure every film it’s going to be like, ‘Okay, this is the scene where your shirt gets ripped off.’ I’ll never be able to keep my shirt on. — Alex Meraz

“Joss”
“What?”
“What?” Dylan asked back.
“You just said my name.”
“No I didn’t”
“Sorry that was me.”
I sat up, banging my head on the roof. “Who is that?”
“Hey, stay down here where the air is good, okay?” Dylan pulled me gently back down. “Hows your head?”
“Not good, I think.”
“Um, okay, so you here me. Heather’s right, you do think loud. I mean, I’ve never heard you before, but my Talent seems to be a lot more selective than her’s. But now that she’s got me turned in to you-”
“Who are you?”
“It’s still me, Marshall. It’s Dylan. I’m right here.”
“My name’s Joel.”
“Joel?”
“Joss, what are you talking about?” He took my face in his hands. “Who’s Joel?”
“The voice in my head, I guess.”
“Jesus. — Susan Bischoff

Every year after Jeannie has her annual baby, I receive congratulations from friends and family. There’s always one person who says, “Oh, you just had a baby. Yeah, we just got a puppy.” What? In no other situation could you compare a human to an animal and people would actually be okay with it. You could never say, “Oh, you just got married? Yeah, I used to have a pig. Does your new wife like to roll around in mud, too? My pig loved that. — Jim Gaffigan

I won’t share you, Dylan. I mean that. If you think for one second now that we’re married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you’d better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll share you with another woman. Or man.”
What the fuck? I almost laugh at her, but she’s so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. “Calm the hell down. I’m not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously, a man?”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged in the ass or something.”
This time I laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Don’t ask me to peg you either, because it’s never going to happen.”
I laugh even louder. Good God this woman is funny. “I promise you that I don’t want to be pegged, Isa. — Ella Dominguez

Because you have no survival instinct, Grace. You’re like a tank, you just chug along< thinking nothing can stop you, until you meet up with a bigger tank. Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history?” mom seemed to warm her theory. ” he couldhave a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they’re twenty-eight. he could be almost normal and then suddenly go slasher. I mean, you know I’ve never told you what to do with your life before now. But what if-I told you not to see him?”
I hadn’t been expecting that. My voice was brittle. “I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you’ve relinquished your abiblity to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It’s not an option.”
Mom threw her hands up as if trying to stop the Grace-tank from running over her. “Okay. Fine. Just be careful, okay? Whatever. I’m going to get a drink.”
And just like that her parental engergies were expendede. — Maggie Stiefvater

So
what about you? What are you doing tonight?”
“Same thing. Going out with my QB.”
“Finn Mannus?” I give a little sigh. “He’s dreamy.”
Okay, I’m still a little irked by Dex’s archaic “man code” thing with Gray, and
payback is a bitch.
Predictably, Dex makes a noise of disdain. “Thought you didn’t follow football.”
“There’s a difference between following the sport and following a hot player,” I
tease.
“Never thought I’d be the jealous type,” he drawls. “But I guess I am because I
have the sudden urge to punch the little shit in the face right about now. — Kristen Callihan