Quotes from Gayle Forman

and yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever...

Dying is easy. Living is hard

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing.

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.

Because it doesn't seem like living to me, it seems like persevering, like it's the most I can hope for.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Morir es fácil. Lo duro es vivir.

And the kiss feels like something completely new. But it also feels like something deeply known.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.

Nothing happens without intention, Willem. Nothing. This theory of yours - life is rules by accidents - isn't that just one huge excuse for passivity?

Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y como tú eras la persona a la que más quería, te tocó

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

it already seems pretty obvious that the world is divided into two groups: the doers and the watchers. The people things happen to and the rest of us, who just sort of plod on with things.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Rock star. The words are so full of smoke and mirrors that it's impossible to find a real person behind them. But I am a rock star. I have the bank account of a rock star and the platinum records of a rock star and the girlfriend of a rock star. But I fucking hate that term, and hearing Mia pin it on me ups the level of my loathing to a new stratosphere.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.