Quotes from Gayle Forman

Y esta es la verdad. Porque puedo tener solo dieciocho años, pero ya parece bastante obvio que el mundo se divide en dos grupos: los que actúan y los que observan. La gente a la que le suceden las cosas y el resto de nosotros, que solo medio perseveran con las cosas.

She's generous as an oil baron and loyal as a pit bull.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

You're an unreliable narrator, you know that?' 'Is that like the guy who narrates the telenovela on Jane the Virgin?' 'It's when the person telling you the story is maybe not telling you the entire truth. Sometimes it's because they can't see it themselves. But other times it's because they are trying to deceive you.

Un beso de todo París.

Why not? Tell me. You owe me this!" She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. "Because I hated you." The wind, the noise it all just goes quiet for a second, and I'm left with a dull ringing in my ear, like a after a show, like a after a heart monitor goes to flatline. "Hated me? Why?" "Because you made me stay.

My husband used to say that scars were like tattoos but with better stories." "I

Some things are impossible to tear yourself away from.

I pull her to me. A thousand suns rise from my chest.

Oh yes. To dram is the ultimate dare, is it not?

He looks at me and then, reverting to the voice he'd used with Kendra, says, 'If homegirls wanna see me as ghetto trash'--he stops and switches to his lispy, sassy voice--'or big-ass queer'--now he switches to his deepest Shakespeare voice--'I shall not take it upon myself to disabuse them.

Cruzaste las aguas, me dejaste en la orilla; eso ya supuso mi muerte, pero aún quisiste más. Volaste el puente, cual terrorista rabiosa, y desde tu ribera me mandaste un beso. Empecé a seguirte, pero advertí, demasiado tarde, que bajo mis pies sólo había aire.

but at first I was so confused. I didn't even know what was happening, only that I was feeling better without you and how could I explain that to you?

Las buenas intenciones de la gente pueden acabar encerrándonos en espacios tan agobiantes como ataúdes.

Que alguien me despierte cuando haya acabado, cuando el silencio nocturno pase del negro al dorado sólo quiero tenderme en un lecho de tréboles. Oh, necesito ayuda con esta carga.

Hay una diferencia entre perder algo que sabías que tenías y perder algo que descubriste que tenías. Uno es una desilusión. El otro se siente como perder una pieza de ti mismo.

Somos como el huevo Humpty Dumpty del acertijo infantil, y ni todos los caballos y hombres del rey juntos podrán recomponernos.

Like she's singing away her grief, because words are not sufficient. Mom, singing me to sleep. Hannah, singing to tell a story. Bev, singing away her panic attacks.

jazz is punk for old people. I guess that explains it, because I don't like punk, either.

The operation goes on and on. I'm exhausted by it. I don't know how the doctors have the stamina to keep up. They're standing still, but it seems harder than running a marathon.

They evolved into birds.

De todos los tugurios del mundo, tenía que entrar en el mío

Gramps's recognition, and the permission he just offered me—it feels like a gift. Gramps doesn't leave me. He slumps back into the chair. It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams. So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, "Thank you.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you. Does that make any sense?