Quotes from Gayle Forman

Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

I wasn't totally immune to the charms of the opposite sex, but I wasn't one of those romantic, swoony girls who had pink fluffy daydreams about falling in love.

There's a piece of lead where my heart should beat Doctor said too dangerous to take out You'd better just leave it be Body grew back around it, a miracle, praise be Now, if only I could get through airport security "bullet

I understand that this is the point of laughter, to spread happiness.

Quitting's not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy." "Really? Was that how you quit me?" And just like that, without thinking, without saying it in my head first, without arguing with myself for days, it's out there. "So," she says, as if speaking to an audience under the bridge. "He finally says it.

I failed her in life. But I won't fail her in death.

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

By that point, it'll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it's too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I've kept looking. I'm still looking.

I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.' "She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.

Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

En los libros y las películas, las historias siempre terminan cuando las dos personas finalmente tienen su romántico beso. La parte del vivieron-felices-para- siempre solo se supone.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

The whole night had been a mistake. It's not going to let me rewind. Or unmake the mistakes I've made.Or the promises I've mad. Or have her back. Or have me back.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn't even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It's not up to the doctors. It's not up to the absentee angels. It's not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It's up to me.

Life can be hard and beautiful and messy, but hopefully, it will be long. If it is, you will see that it's unpredictable, and that the dark periods comes, but they abate -- sometimes with a lot of support -- and the tunnel widens, allowing the sun back in. If you're in the dark, it might feel like you will always be there. Fumbling. Alone. But you won't -- and you're not.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.