Quotes from Laura Ruby

People look, they don't see.

Funny how you notice how beautiful things are just when you're about to leave them.

But wasn't that love? Seeing what no one else could?

There will be boys who will tell you you're beautiful, but only a few will see you.

Our moon is the same moon, our sun is the same sun, and the stars will sparkle for us no matter who or where or what erare-- not sluts, not players, just people.

What have you got against people? Finn hated crowds. Thousands of people bumping and churning. Too many opinions.

Because we don't have your typical gaps around here. Not gaps made of rocks or mountains. We have gaps in the world. In the space of things. So many places to lose yourself, if you believe that they're there. You can slip into the gap and never find your way out. Or maybe you don't want to find your way out.

Scarecrows weren't meant to scare the crows, they were meant to scare the corn. It was enough to give a person nightmares. Otherwise, why would so many horror movies have cornfields in them?

Love the people who love you back.

Thinking that you can't protect the ones you love, you have to hope they're smart enough to save themselves.

She had no intention of breaking anyone's heart, except maybe her own.

I wanted you to choose this. To choose me. But it isn't always possible for two people to want the same thing. I want you, and that will have to be enough for both of us.

I'm sorry,' Finn mumbled, a global apology for everything he was, and everything he was not, and all the ways he couldn't let it go.

He was tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.

The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you're doing, someone else does. —ANONYMOUS

Abruptly, she let go of his wrists and allowed him to push her to her knees. She looked up, waited for his smile. And then she punched him in the nuts.

I have found that people never love the way they say they do. They can't. They are just people. Full of lies and sentiment and fear.

I've never understood why people choose to do the things that are hardest for them.

Propose a theory to explain one of there eternal mysteries: Mona Lisa's smile, crop circles, or Velveeta. Here is a theory of love: you find a sister, you gain a brother; you lose a sister, you lose a brother; you lose a cat, you find a girl, you kiss a girl, you find the cat, you hope that there is nothing left to lose, and all there is, is there to find.

You will see the world. You will have love affairs with boys who see past a pretty face. You will be strong. You will call and tell me about it.

She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?

You're a big help, Mr. I Read So Many Books.

And I was thinking that it was so weird that the world could keep turning. I mean, that honey would still need to be delivered and vegetables would have to be picked and laundry would need to be done when I was so miserable.

Everyone loves a villain. Or maybe not a villain, exactly, but someone you can point out and say, I might be weird, but I'm not weird like her.