I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
There’s a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there’s no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.
A life isn’t measured in hours and minutes. It’s the quality, not the length.
In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it’s just another end.
Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop
…an irresistible of why we read and why we love.We are not quite novels.We are not quite short stories.In the end, we are collected works.
Saying you’re through with romance is like saying you’re done with living, Betty. Life is better with a little romance, you know.
Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.
There’s a difference between being alive and living.
If this were a novel, I’d stop reading right now. I’d throw it across the room.
They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?
I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.
When I was in my twenties and broke, I’d buy books before food. A meal will sustain you for a few hours, a good book will sustain you for life.
A place is not really a place without a bookstore.
And then, despite the fact that A. J. does not believe in God, he closes his eyes and thanks whomever, the higher power, with all his porcupine heart.
People are capable of great, great change during the span of one lifetime. And women even more than men.
All women are many women! I’m afraid you’ve never known very much about women.
It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.
Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you’re the only person in the room.
But then again, maybe ‘I will’ is nicer. It has the future in it. ‘I do’ just has the present.
They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.
His heart is too full, and no words to release it.
It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.
Every word the right one and exactly where it should be. That’s basically the highest compliment I can give.
I know he’s a good person. And he said he was sorry. And I love him. And when you love a person, you have to forgive him sometimes.
It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.
Wounds are like water set to boil – they heal best left unwatched…
That spring, Amelia takes Maya to the drugstore and lets her choose any polish color she likes. “How do you pick?” Maya says. “Sometimes I ask myself how I’m feeling,” Amelia says. “Sometimes I ask myself how I’d like to be feeling.
…lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.
My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn’t show too much.
But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, ’cause I’m liable to sink us both. (222)
Daddy used to say that calling a person a romantic was just another way of saying he or she acted without regard for conseqences.
But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.
Hi there,” squeaked a precocious little voice, “you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.
She doesn’t recognize the number—none of her friends use their phones as phones anymore.
The easiest way to get old is to be technologically behind…
Everything worth loving in this world is difficult.
Can I ask you something?” you said. “How did you ever survive that scandal?”She said, “I refused to be shamed.””How did you do that?” you asked. “When they came at me, I kept coming,” she said.
The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself.No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset.
We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.
What if I had told the boy I loved to leave and it ended up being for nothing?
On the board, Mr. Beery had written “Those who don’t remember history are doomed to repeat it.” I wasn’t sure if this was meant to be inspirational, thematic, or a joke about making sure to study.
Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.
I am the proud owner of several complexes. But who isn’t? When you think about it, isn’t a person just a structure built in reaction to the landscape and the weather?
Theo looked at me with his smoldering Jesus eyes, and the Catholic schoolgirl in me crossed her legs.
Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.
Tragedy is when someone ends up dead.Everything else is just a bump in the road.
Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?
Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.
I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it’s the best available option at the time.
It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.
Oh yes, it’s very tragic. Why does everyone always like love stories? What about absence-of-love stories? Aren’t they much more common?
There are many challenges to long distance running, but one of the greatest is the question of where to put on’s house keys.