Quotes from Gayle Forman

After that, I became kind of fascinated by her and by what I guessed was her ability to hear music in the silence. Back then, I'd wanted to be able to do that, too. So I took to watching her play, and though I told myself the reason for my attention was because she was as dedicated a musician as I was and that she was cute, the truth was that I also wanted to understand what she heard in the silence.

But I'm also feeling all that I have in my life, which includes what I have lost, as well as the great unknown of what life might still bring me. And it's all too much. The feelings pile up, threatening to crack my chest wide open.

They say that things happen for a reason, but I don't know that I buy that

But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.

Viajar no es algo en lo que eres bueno. Es algo que haces. Como respirar.

Rumors, even true ones, are like flames: Stifle the oxygen and they sputter and die.

There was no point getting all worked up about a kiss. One kiss does not a relationship make. I'd kissed boys before, and usually by the next day the kiss had evaporated like a dewdrop in the sun.

Te guardaré aquí-Se golpea la sien-. Donde no puedas perderte.

nothing that beautiful lasts forever.

her ability to hear music in the silence.

about never knowing your life is changing until it's already happened

I'm so tired of avoiding the unavoidable, because I feel like I've been disappointing her for such a long time.

Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes with a price. Forty years wandering through the desert. Or incurring the wrath of two very pissed-off parents.

Oddly enough, though, that day with Lulu it didn't feel anything like falling. It felt like arriving

What's the big story?" he asks. "We're slacker playboys with trust funds, renting a house on Isla Mujeres." "So, aside from the house, you're pretending to be you?

He says it casually, dropping the suggestion like a piece of litter. I ponder it there, on the ground. Maybe it's worthless, maybe not. I won't know unless I pick it up.

Music! Goddammit! Music!" Mom screamed. "We have some lovely Enya. Very soothing," the midwife said. "Fuck Enya!" Mom screamed.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I read the opening lines of the book, and it's like my own pages are coming unstuck. For so long, all I've felt is fear, and all this time, it was grief. I continue reading, remembering why I used to love books. Because they show us, in so many words, and so many worlds, that we are not alone. A miracle, in twenty-six letters.

And just in general, I'm better. Better than I've been since Bram died, and in some ways better than I was even before that. No, Lulu didn't break my hear. But I'm beginning to wonder if in some roundabout way, she fixed it.

Es sólo un día, un periodo de veinticuatro horas para superarte a ti mismo -Adam

Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldn't: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasn't cheap. Both of which were true, even if they weren't the truth.

Mi mano tiembla cuando la acerco a mi boca. Lamo mi pulgar y lo froto contra mi muñeca, en contra de mi marca de nacimiento. Entonces froto nuevamente. Miro hacia arriba, justo a sus ojos, que son tan oscuros como la noche que no quiero que termine. La cara de Willem vacila por un momento, luego se vuelve solemne, como lo hizo después de que nos persiguieran. Entonces él se acerca y roza mi marca de nacimiento. No sale, es lo que me está diciendo.

Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that's true.

When Bryn said that, uttered out loud the thing that to my never-ending shame I sometimes felt, I'd fallen in love with her a little bit. And I'd thought that was enough. That this implicit understanding and those first stirrings would bloom until my feelings for Bryn were as consuming as my love for Mia had once been.