From Hannah Baker To Clay Jensen – The Best 13 Reasons Why Quotes

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . Affects everything.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home… I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally… I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can’t know them.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?.

In the end….everything matters.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can’t be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore.
but you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.

if you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? what’s not? a million ideas, but what do they mean?.

Everything…affects everything.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

I can’t. You can’t rewrite the past.

I’m listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I’m listening… But still, i’m too late.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?”

“it was love because it was worth it.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is…now.

I hope you’re ready, because i’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy… Or whatever… To happen.

I’m sorry.” once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says i’m sorry, i’m going to think of her.

That’s why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? you took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
if my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
if my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
and if my love could grow wings,
i’d be soaring in flight.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with.

Soul alone by hannah baker

i meet your eyes
you don’t even see me
you hardly respond
when I whisper
hello
could be my soul mate
two kindred spirits
maybe we’re not
i guess we’ll never
know

my own mother
you carried me in you
now you see nothing
but what I wear
people ask you
how i’m doing
you smile and nod
don’t let it end
there

put me
underneath god’s sky and
know me
don’t just see me with your eyes
take away
this mask of flesh and bone and
see me
for my soul

alone.

Because when you’re posed, you know someone’s watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

You can’t stop the future
you can’t rewind the past
the only way to learn the secret
…is to press play.