Quotes from Gayle Forman

Arron Stein, you're the most unreliable narrator I've ever met.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY" PREPARE FOR LANDING, TRACK 4 Another day, another year To light the candles, without you here

Penso no que a minha mãe me disse: que a pessoa deve sentir-se grata pelo que tem em vez de passar o tempo à procura do que pensa que quer. Aqui sentada no campus que ele frequentou noutros tempos, julgo que percebi finalmente o que ela queria dizer. Julgo que percebi finalmente o que significa desistir enquanto se vai na frente.

Because you don't ever find things when you're looking for them. You dint them when you're not.

And are you a virgin?" "Would that make me more or less valuable?" "It all depends on the market." .... "No, I'm not. A virgin." He nods, stares in a way that unsettles me.

Porque não é possível, pura e simplesmente. É menos possível que encontrar uma agulha numa fábrica de agulhas. É menos possível que encontrar uma estrela solitária no universo. É menos possível que encontrar, entre tantos milhões que existem no mundo, a pessoa que podemos amar.

Suddenly, I see it. A flaming piece of rock hurtling through the atmosphere. Oh my god. I'm the fucking asteroid.

That was very brave of her." Kate says when I tell her what Lulu did. Saba used to say there was a difference between bravery and courage. Bravery was doing something dangerous without thinking. Courage was walking into danger, knowing full well the risks. "No," I tell Kate. "It was courageous.

Don't you know, Willy?" he'd said. "I keep things.

I look at this man, who doesn't know me, or anything about me, but who knows, like Ira always knew, like all the best booksellers know, not just what their costumers want, but what they need.

Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps out a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herself. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on.

You still have this?" I'd asked him. He'd moved two years before and we didn't see each other frequently. Broodje had looked at the card, and then looked at me. "Don't you know, Willy?" he'd said. "I keep things.

What if the real question is not whether TO be, but HOW to be?

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.

my life feels so small it itches, like a too-tight wool sweater

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything. -Willem

When you are bred to be white trash, you do what you can to avoid the family trap.

I've never had a job. Never had to get one. Never had to do anything for myself. I am helpless. I am a void. A disappointment. My helplessness, my dependency, my passivity, I feel it whorling into a little fiery ball, and I harness that ball, somewhere wondering how something made of weakness can feel so strong. But the ball grows hotter, so hot, the only thing I can do with it is hurl it.

sometimes, you can't know until you know

Es el tipo de favor que se habría brindado a hacer sin que tuvieran que pedírselo.

Cinderella's wicked stepmother, whose real name, by the way, is Gwendolyn.

Pero eso no se lo cuento a ella. Porque es el tipo de anécdota que compartes con una buena amiga. Y sólo he tenido una buena amiga.

Habla de la desesperación, que fructifica del silencio.

Hace un día espléndido, rebosante de la promesa de primavera: un cielo despejado, unas nubes vaporosas, el perfume de las primeras flores que transporta la brisa. Es injusto que haga un día tan magnifico. Que la primavera esté a las puertas. Una parre de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.