Quotes from Gayle Forman

I have this theory that almost everything in the world can be divided into two groups.

When the lights come up after the concert, I feel drained, lugubrious, as though my blood has been secreted out of me and replaced with tar.

I was tired of being in the charge of cruel and clueless adults. The world was upside down. The adults had abandoned their roles. They'd surrounded themselves in a cocoon of ignorance--and then told us we were screwed up. We couldn't trust them anymore. There was nobody out there watching out for us, taking care of us. We had to look out for ourselves.

Now I'm leaving Any moment I'll be gone I think you'll notice I think you'll wonder what went wrong I'm not choosing But I'm running out of fight And this was decided so long ago It was last night

What if Shakespeare had it wrong? What if Shakespeare—and Hamlet—were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

I think of all the voices that clatter around in my head, voices that I'm pretty sure are just some older, or younger, or just better versions of me. There have been times— when things have been really bleak— that I've tried to summon her, to have her answer me back, but it never works. I just get me. If I want her voice, I have to rely on memories. At least I have plenty of those.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choice makes you.

I don't understand," I said. Neither did they, really. All they could say was, "It's one of those one-in-a-million cases." Such comforting odds, except when you were the one. It was like finding out the world was made of gossamer and could be so easily ripped apart. To be so solely at the mercy of fate.

want you to get on with your life.

We tell our secrets to the dark.

La beauté est une enchanteresse, et la bonne foi qui s'expose à ses charmes se dissout en sang," he says. "It's from Much Ado About Nothing

The day before I left, he informed me that he was "nine-tenths thirsty" and I almost peed myself laughing.

22 What makes someone appetizing to someone like All_BS? Why did he choose to help Meg and not, say, Sassafrants, or the guy who always asks about rat poison? And how can I get him to think I'm one of those people? I go back through his posts, looking for a pattern. He responds more to girls than to guys—particularly to smart girls. He doesn't ever reply to the illiterates,

La gente solo cree lo que quiere creer.

Welcome to the land where Christmas threw up.

And that's when I understand that I have been stained. Whether I'm still in love with him, whether he was ever in love with me, and no matter who he's in love with now, Willem changed my life. He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

And in that moment, I was reminded just why God wants us to forgive. Not simply because it's the key to a better world, but because of what it does for ourselves . Forgiveness is God's gift to us . Christ forgave us. He forgave our sins. That was his gift. But by allowing us to forgive each other, he opened us up to that divine love. The article had it right. Forgiveness: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

Beneath the chirp of cicadas, I can practically hear the energy between us humming, like the power lines that buzz overhead in a countryside

To be or not to be: that is the question. That's from Hamlet's - maybe Shakespeare's - most famous soliloquy. I had to memorize the whole speech for sophomore English, and I can still remember every word. I didn't give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words right and collect my A.

I clap because I know what will happen when I stop. It's the same thing that happens when I turn off a really good movie - one that I've lost myself to - which is that I'll be thrown back to my own reality and something hollow will settle in my chest. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie all over again just to recapture that feeling of being inside something real. Which, I know, doesn't make any sense.

Tulisan ini takkan membantuku menemukannya. Tapi dengan menulis, aku merasa lebih baik, bukan, bukan hanya lebih baik, tapi puas.

Apparently when you only have one day, you can say anything and live to tell.

and things are about to get pretty crazy in this alleyway. Even for Amsterdam.

There are so many ways to live, to define what living means for you and you alone.