Quotes from Gayle Forman

More and more lately it seems as though the majority of my conversations are with myself.

Just as, she now understands, Nathaniel's loss has somehow merged with her own. It sounds like a burden, to take this on, but really, it's the opposite. 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.

She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.

So this was how it was. People entered your life. Some would stay. Some would not. Some would drift but would return to you.

Has escuchado hablar de un perro que gastó su vida persiguiendo carros y cuando finalmente atrapó a uno… no tenía idea que hacer con él? Soy ese perro. -Adam

It was so new that day: the liberation of being honest, of being brave, maybe a little stupid.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. "Are you hungry?"she asks. Am I ever.

But the you who are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow. I love that you're fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass.

Theoretically, I learned in physics that the universe is expanding at a rate of, like, forty-five miles a second, but it sure as shit doesn't feel that way when you're standing still.

Ahora lo sé. Me gustaría hacer esa promesa mil veces y perderme mil veces de haberla escuchado tocar ayer por la noche o para verla en el sol de la mañana. O incluso sin eso. Sólo para saber que ella está en algún lugar. Viva.

Anyhow, she didn't care, that people called her a bitch. 'It's just another word for feminist,' she told me with pride.

I should be elated. I should be relieved. But, weirdly, all I feel is let down. Beacuse this matters to me now. And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.

I recently lost someone. Someone so integral to me, it's like a part of me is gone. And now I don't know how to be anymore. If there's even a me without her. It's like she was my sun, and then my sun went out. Imagine if the real sun went out. Maybe there'd still be life on Earth, but would you still want to live here? Do I still want to live here?

Hay un mundo de diferencia, Lulu, entre el enamoramiento y el amar.

she was another tough-as-nails, tender-as-kittens, feminist bitch.

I always said I preferred to experience something rather than obsessively record it.

When a broken bone heals, it's stronger than it was before the break. Same holds true for broken hearts.

Everyone takes a turn, and when it gets to me, I shout out what Jewish people say at times like this: "L'chaim!" "It means 'to life,'" I explain. And as I say it, I think that maybe this is what I was saying a prayer for back in the cathedral. To life.

No duden de que les oye. Es consciente de todo lo que está pasando. Les parecerá que son los médicos o las enfermeras o todos esos cacharros los que llevan la batuta. Pues no. Es ella quien lleva la batuta. Quizá sólo se está tomando su tiempo. Así que hablen con ella. Díganle que se tome todo el tiempo que necesite, pero que vuelva. Que la están esperando.

For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times. - Adam

You still have a family," she whispers.

I kiss Allyson. I complete the history that came before us, and in doing so, begin one all of our own. Double happiness: I get it now.

You'll get through it. I know you seem like you won't, but you will.