Quotes from Gayle Forman

beshert. Meant to be.

Un día podría ser sólo de veinticuatro horas, pero aveces sobrevivir a través de uno solo parece tan imposible como escalar el Everest

Hasta que lo sientas, fíngelo.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. 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.

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

Men are such boys.

In English class, someone flung a folded-up square of notebook paper onto the floor next to my right foot. I picked it up and opened it. It read, Bitch! Nobody had ever called me that before, and though I was automatically furious, deep down i was also flattered that I had elicited enough emotion to be worthy of the name.

creo que estoy empezando a entender el concepto de terminar. No es un gran dramático antes y después. Es más como una melancólica sensación de que estás llegando al fin de unas vacaciones realmente buenas. Algo especial está terminando, y estás triste, pero no puede estar triste porque, oye, fue bueno mientras duró, y habrá otras vacaciones, otros buenos momentos.

Sometimes it's easier to be someone else.

But after shows, I craved connection. I craved skin-the taste of another woman's sweat. If it couldn't be hers , well, then anyone's would do...for a few hours.

I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.

Forever and a day.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

I only need a second. So I can show her that I'm here. That someone's still here.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

Love is a bitch.

Except Allyson doesn't know about Saba (yet) or about kishkes (officially speaking, though she knows what they are and how to listen to them and she will never ever stop doing this). And she doesn't have the words to tell Willem what she needs to tell him. So she doesn't use words. She licks her thumb and rubs it against he wrist. Stained. Willem grabs her wrist, rubs his own thumb against it. Does the same to his own wrist, just to make it clear. Stained.

I don't know if once you die you remember things that happened to you when you were alive. It makes a certain logical sense that you wouldn't. That being dead will feel like before you were born, which is to say, a whole lot of nothingness.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into.

Si te quedas, haré lo que quieras. Dejaré la banda, me iré contigo a Nueva York. Pero si necesitas que me aleje de ti, lo haré. Quizá volver a tu antigua vida sea demasiado doloroso para ti, quizá te resultaría más fácil borrarnos a todos. Y eso sería una mierda, pero lo aceptaría. Me siento capacitado para perderte de esa manera, si no te pierdo hoy. Prometo que te dejaré marchar, pero has de quedarte.»

Pete and Repeat went out in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was saved?" ...."Except she named them wrong, because it's not the girl who's saved.

Sickness leading to healing. The truth and its opposite again

There were signs. Probably more of them than I ever caught, even after the fact. But I missed them all. Maybe because I wasn't looking for them. I was too busy checking over my shoulder at the fire I'd just come through to pay much attention to the thousand-foot cliff looming in front of me.

Sleepovers and dance parties and those talks we would have until three in the morning that would make us feel lousy the next day because we'd slept like hell but also feel good because the talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.