In my head I know I’ve been in love before, but it doesn’t feel like it. Being in love with you is better than the first time. It feels like the first time and the last time and the only time all at once.
Everything’s a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It’s up to you.
For the first time in a long time, I want more than I have.
I’ve never understood the phrase they have chemistry before now. After all, everything is chemistry. Everything is combination and reaction. The atoms in by body align themselves with the atoms in his.
Flowers for Algernon again? she asks. Doesn’t that book always make you cry?One day it won’t, I say. I want to be sure to be reading it on that day.
How can he not share his newfound joy with his fellow man? And it is joy. There’s a pure kind of joy in the certainty of belief. The certainty that your life has purpose and meaning.
Should I tell him that I think dreams never die even when they’re dead?
From so high above it, the world seems ordered and deliberate.But I know it’s more than that. And less. It is structured and chaotic. Beautiful and strange.
I wonder if she realizes how passionate she is about not being passionate.
However, if the long shot is your only shot, then you have to take it.
But can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
How can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
I almost wish I hadn’t met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads?
maybe part of falling in love with someone else is also falling in love with yourself
Growing up and seeing your parents’ flaws is like losing your religion. I don’t believe in God anymore. I don’t believe in my father either.
I kiss him to get him to stop talking. If he keeps talking I will love him, and I don’t want to love him. I really don’t. As strategies go, it’s not my finest. Kissing is just another way of talking except without the words.
Is it always like that?” I ask, breathless. “No,” he says. “It’s never like that.” I hear the wonder in his voice. And just like that, everything changes.
They don’t know what poor is. They don’t know that poverty is a sharp knife carving away at you. They don’t know what it does to the body. To a mind.
Observable Fact: I don’t believe in magic.Observable Fact: We are magic.
o•cean (ˈōSHən) n. pl. -s. 1. The endless part of yourself you never knew but always suspected was there. [2015, Whittier]
I know she’s just trying to protect me, just as I was to protect myself a few short weeks ago, but her words make me aware that the heart in my chest is a muscles like any other. It can hurt.
But I like my big Afro. I also liked when my hair was longer and relaxed. I’m happy to have choices. They’re mine to make
I’m kind of a contagion cryer. You know how when one person starts yawning, everyone else starts yawning too? Or when someone vomits, the smell makes you want to hurl? I’m like that, except with crying.
seriously. “Just because you can’t experience everything doesn’t mean you shouldn’t experience anything.-Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
Everything’s a risk. Not doing anything is a risk.
In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly’s hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can’t have both.
If people who were actually born had to prove they were worthy enough to live in America, this would be a much less populated country.
He tastes like salted caramel and sunshine. Or what I think salted caramel and sunshine taste like. He tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced, like hope and possibility and future
Who reads? Not that I begrudge my life in book. All I know about the world I’ve learned from them. But a description of a tree is not a tree, and a thousand paper kisses will never equal the feel of Olly’s lips against mine.
If I could, I would kiss him every second of every day. For all the days.
He says they’re not his type, but I don’t really get the concept of having a type. My type is girls. All of them. Why would I limit my dating pool?
Anything can happen at anytime. Safety is not guaranteed. There’s more to life than being alive.
Loving someone as fiercely as my mom loves me must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.
[His eyes are] Atlantic Ocean blue, just like he’d said. It’s strange because of course I’d known that. But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.
This is the life you’re living. It’s not temporary and it’s not pretend and there’s no do-over.
The ocean will swallow you whole and burp you out and not notice you were even there.
The ocean here is weird. It’s the wrong kind of blue.
He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I’m really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don’t like poetic language. I don’t like poetry. I don’t even like people who like poetry.But I’m not dead inside either.
His words made me aware that the heart in my chest is a muscle like any other. It can hurt.
There’s no denying it now. I’m in the world. And, too, the world is in me.
A universe that can wink into existence can wink out again.
Touching him is order and chaos, like being assembled and disassembled at the same time.
Kissing is just another way of talking expect without the words.
I could stay here forever interrupting our talking with kissing, interrupting our kissing with talking.
I’ve read many more books than you. It doesn’t matter how many you’ve read. I’ve read more. Believe me.” ― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
I want to fall in love, with an emphasis on the falling part.