13 Reasons Why – Series Quotes

— I think I'm losing my shit.
— Shit's overrated. Lose it.

Why would a dead girl lie?

— F. M. L. forever.
— F. M. L. forever.
— F. M. L. forever.
Little did I know you would F. my L. forever. Little did I know you would be my hurricane.

It comes down to one question. Will you survive high school? Will I survive? Because I know too many people who didn't. In the past two years, three people who I loved have died. And two...two other people...who I thought I hated, also died. But I learned that hate is too simple. Jessica's right. Hate is easy. Love and understanding are harder. But they are how we take care of each other, how we survive. My dad loves to tell me stories about when he was in high school. The stories usually involve chess club and obscure bands with funny haircuts, because the '80s were a strange, strange time. But he always gets one thing right. He knows high school can hurt. That it can be painful. That there are days when that's all it is. And he once told me that he's living proof...you can survive. You can get through it. He's living proof, and so am I. And so are all of you. And the thing is, for me, for us, this class, this...generation, high school actually is life or death. We show up every day not knowing if this is the day we die. If this is the day someone shows up with a gun and tries to kill us all. We practice what we'll do if that happens. Life or death. I suffer from anxiety...and, uh, depression. But mostly anxiety. I sometimes think all of us kids do, in some way. And how could we not, with the world the way it is? We hear a lot of promises that things will get better. And...and, look, maybe they will, maybe they won't. And what I think I've learned, what I wanna say to you...is whatever happens, keep moving. Get through it. Choose to live. 'Cause even on the worst day, there are people who love you. There's new music waiting for you to hear, some...something you haven't seen before that will blow your mind in the best way. Even on the worst day, life is a pretty spectacular thing.

Welcome back. So glad you're still listening. Are you having fun? You must be wondering who's next, and why. Is it you? What did you do? How did you end up on these tapes? Maybe you did something cruel. Or maybe you just watched it happen. Maybe you didn't even realize you were being cruel. Maybe you didn't do anything at all. And maybe you should have. Too late. I think you know exactly what you did. And after these tapes, you'll never forget it. I know I won't. Oh, and, uh, by the way... I'm still dead.

— Can you ever forgive me?
— I'm not who needs to forgive you.

Clay knew who he was... but he wasn't sure he knew who Justin was anymore. And without Justin, it felt to him like Clay Jensen versus the world.

— I couldn't... I couldn't tell her. I couldn't hold her. I killed Hannah Baker. Like you said.
— I said we all killed Hannah.
— How am I supposed to live with that?
— Any way you can.

Love has only fucked up my love, has made me question my relationships, my closest friends. And God knows, love has made my closest friends question me. So you know what? Fuck love.

— You're the best thing that ever happened to me.
— You're out of your mind. I ruined your fucking life.
— No. You taught me what love is.

We made a cruel world. My generation, my parents' generation. Too little caring. Too much hate, anger, and hurt. We talk a good game about protecting our children, but we leave too much on the table that might surely save their lives. Justin Foley died of a disease that, from its inception, thrives in silence. And there are a number of such diseases, a number of ills that thrive when we are silent about them. Because we let our fears, our shame, our twisted moral codes keep us in silence, as death stalks more children. I say, enough. Enough shifting blame. Enough pointing fingers. Enough confusing those who report the demage with those who cause it. Let us remember Justin for his accomplishments on the football field and the basketball court. Let us remember his smile that I am told melted a hundred hearts. But let's also remember his death with sorrow and determination that spur us to action.

Anxiety is a motherfucker. Excuse my language. Just everything that's out there, waiting to happend to you.

— Do you feel more anxious when you're with others or when you're alone?
— Both?

— Anyways, I'm picking you up at 8:00, and if you make any attempt not to go to the party, I will actually come and pick you up at 8:00. It's hot, right? I'll actually come and, like, physically pick you up. Come on! We can have hot banter, right?
— How am I even friends with you?
— I'm handsome, charming, and, mm... I saved you from drowning.