Quotes from Gayle Forman

Isn't amazing how life is one thing and then becomes something else?

But that's the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must've know I'd become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.

I guess high school really is ancient history," she concludes. Ancient history? Have you really relegated us to the trash heap of the Dumb High-School Romance? And if that's the case, why the hell can't I do the same?

To be the holder of other people's loss is to be the keeper of their love. To share your loss with people is another way of giving your love.

Mia is walking away, walking toward the other end of the bridge. Without me. I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

I battle with invisible waves and imaginary vortexes and demons that are all too real and of my own making. I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it's like my heart's about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

That they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare.

Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

I don't discount a magical hand of fate. I am an actor, after all, and a Shakespearian, no less. But it can't be the ruling force of your life. You have to be the driver.

I'm in love with you, Cody. And I know that this is all complicated and confused in a wholly fucked-up way. Meg's death was a tragedy and the worst kind of waste, but I don't want to lose you because of the fucked-up-way I found you." "Fucking Ben McCallister. You make me cry more than almost any person I've ever met." "I shed a few tears myself last night.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

They may be complete strangers, with different lives and different problems, but there in that examination room they are measuring sadness the same way. They are measuring it in loss.

So this would like your farewell tour?" Of New York? Of Me?

Allyson meanwhile is remembering. Why this person? All the things she has told herself, or other people have told her - infatuation or Paris or good acting or lust - no longer hold water, because she remembers so viscerally and feels it anew. It's not any of that. It's not even him. Or all him. It's her. The way she can be with him.

You type what you're feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they weren't. They weren't worth saying at all.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.

I am running the show. Everyone is waiting for me. I decide. I know this now.

Now and Laters. Starbust, Pixie Stix. If she gets too bitchy, just feed her this crap. As long as the sugar high is in effect, you and the wildlife should be safe

I want it all to go away. I want to go away. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it. I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart.

Life might take you down different roads. But you get to decide which one to take.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

Ojalá pudiera abrazarla y darle las gracias por adelantarse siempre a lo que necesito.

Y apuesto a que se convertirá en una persona más fuerte gracias a la pérdida de hoy. Tengo la sensación de que después de pasar por algo así, uno se vuelve más o menos invencible.