The best Quotes from The Midnight Club

The next chapter. That's something people say a lot, talking about the stories of their lives. Turn the page. The past is prologue. The next chapter. Like it's already been written. Like, the words are already there waiting for us. But I disagree. We are the authors of our own stories. Sure, we can't always control the plot, but we can decide who we want to be. So to me, the next chapter just means the endless possibilities of the blank page. New beginnings. It doesn't matter who you...- we were in high school. The jock, the nerd, the weirdo, the criminal or the princess... or what plot twist got tossed our way. It's time to turn the page and write the next chapter ourselves.

To those before.
To those after.
To us now.
And to those beyond.
Seen or unseen.
Here but not here.

I'm waiting for my friend. She's busy. I think she's trying to make a couple of mistakes.

Brightcliffe isn't about battles. It's about permission to leave the battlefield. To focus on living instead of fighting. We aren't about a fight, and it's certainly isn't losing a battle. Every living day here is a win.

Tim: "How long?"
Dr. Rowlands: "It's tough to say."
Tim: "It's tough to f*cking hear, too, Doc. Give it a try!"

Ilonka: "This is our chance to get a jump on a real college party."
Lauren: "Or we could start with a high school one since we kind of missed that boat when we were being total nerds."

The thing I didn't understand when we talk about cancer or any terminal illness, really. Look at the language we use, the language of battle. We're gonna fight this thing. We're going to fight with everything we've got. Be brave for the fight. And then people say they lost the battle. It's so backwards. I get it. To talk about the fight, it's active, visceral. Don't look at the hard part. Look at all these shiny, sharp weapons we've developed all for you to try.

If you honestly feel you have done something so terrible that you cannot be forgiven, then I am willing to share your sins with you. When we die, if we should have to stand before God and be judged, then I will tell him I am as much to blame as you and that half your punishment should be portioned out to me.

You should also break a few rules, I think. You know, just like once in your life.

Telling someone with depression to pull themselves together is about as useful as telling someone with cancer to just stop having cancer.

The worst part about cancer isn't what it does to you, but what it does to the people you love.

Even in the darkness, diamonds still shine.

Everyone likes to think they're a good person. But good can't exist without evil. Pleasure without pain.

Why would anyone want to be a pirate? It's the best thing there is. Wind in your back. The salty sea air. Loyal crew by your side.

There's no need for words... Just answer one question for me, Ace... Was I a good father?

What if everything that came from the past were influenced by the future?

There was this sadness in his eyes. The kind you sometimes see in those who want to die, but life won’t let them.

It takes much more courage to be in love than it does for war.

In the end, love is a good reason for everything to fall apart.

Don't exploit an advantage just because it emerges; wait until the optimal moment, then strike.

Drinking alone is like sh*tting in company.

Ats Ayittey: "Excuse me but this is the quiet carriage."
Stefan Tovell: "Shut the f*ck up then."

Trust is a luxury we can't afford in this game.

"Hey. Do you like bad boys?"
"Sure do. Let me know if you find one."

He is my all-time favorite person. And I want us to live a hundred years and die at the exact same moment. And I want our souls to find each other on the other side as soon as possible, so we can fall in love and make more babies, and do it all over again. I just also want him to f*ck my brains out.

Marcus: "My bike. It's gone. She took it."
Max: "So that's like Grand Theft Auto. Or Grand Theft Bike."

Ellen: "Ten minutes, or I'm taking away your phone."
Marcus: "Good. We're wasting our lives chained to these screens for our dopamine hits. Does it actually make us more fulfilled? No."
Max: "If I could have my phone surgically embedded into my hand, I would."

Aimee: "Did you know you need, like, sugar and flour and an oven to bake? And you don't shove it all in, you have to follow alle these rules."
Maeve: "Yeah, it's called a recipe."

Cum is kind of like a penis having a sneeze. Ugh, that means when you swallow someone's cum, it's like eating their snot.

I think love should come out of nowhere, sweep you up completely.

How the hell did you end up here?

You used to wrap yourself in fairy tales like a blanket. But it was the cold you loved. Sharp shivers as you uncovered the corpses of Bluebeard's wives. Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes. A perfect fit. But by the schoolyard, real princesses floated by you on fall winds. You saw the gulf between you and the rich girls and vowed to stop believing in fairy tales. But the stories were in you, deep as poison. If Prince Charming was real, if he could save you, you needed to be saved from the unfairness of everything. When would he come? The answer was a cruel shrug in a hundred fleeting moments. The sneer on Stevie Smith's face when he called you a fat cow. Uncle Jeff's hand squeezing your ass in the Thanksgiving kitchen. The accusation in your father's eyes when you told him what happened. From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart, you learned you didn't have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince. You surrounded yourself with the girls you'd always resented, hoping to share their power. And you hated yourself. And that diminished you even more. And then, right when you thought you might just disappear, he saw you. And you knew somewhere deep it was too good to be true. But you let yourself be swept, because he was the first strong enough to lift you. Now in his castle you understand Prince Charming and Bluebeard are the same man. And you don't get a happy end unless you love both of him. Didn't you want this? To be loved? Didn't you want him to crown you? Didn't you ask for it? Didn't you ask for it? So say you can live like this, say you love him, say thank you, say anything but the truth. What if you can't love him back?

The people's rage. It is like an illness, an ulcer. And ulcers must be cauterized.

Swallow, lend me your wings
Take me with you to the faraway land
And should I with you soar up there
In the ever blue firmament
How I then shall fervently praise the god
From whom freedom was sent