Quotes from Gayle Forman

And for a moment, the women lost themselves in the nostalgia for an earlier, easier time, before their daughters, and the world, turned against them.

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 parte de mí había pensado que este año sería siempre invierno.

She says this like people are constantly knocking down our door for a nice, dry, warm place to stay, when, in fact, we are the strays.

But now we are two here. And soon there will be more. After so much contracting, somehow, inexplicably, my family is growing again.

Siempre me ha dicho que me quiere como a una hija, pero ahora que ha perdido a la suya es distinto.

Her father did steal into my garden one night and take something dear from me," she said. "But it was something far more precious than rampion.

When exactly had the mirror stopped singing her praises and started whispering her doubts? And why had she gone back to it day after day? Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was? But then again, why do any of us?

Then ne turns around, an impish grin on his face. "Warn me if you see police. This isn't quite legal.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

He is feeding Allyson, which is what Broodje does with people he loves. Willem sees that Allyson has received a fast pass to his best friend's heart.

Ain't such a line between faking and being.

I guess happily-ever-afters aren't meant for people like us," Elsinora said. She didn't know—none of us did yet—that there was no such thing as a happily-ever-after. Not for any of us.

Às vezes, conhecemos pessoas com as quais estabelecemos uma relação tão simbiótica que é como se fôssemos uma pessoa só, com uma só mente, um só destino

Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal.

Me ayudó a darme cuenta de que ser no es lo que importa, sino cómo ser

you think the whole thing was an act? Was a fake?" I shake my head... "I daresay it was real in the moment," she says, measuring her words. "But men are different than women. Their emotions are capricious.

The first time she had kissed him. The second time he had kissed her. The third time, they kissed each other.

What do you think? Am I ugly?" she asked her friends. But Marguerite was beyond beauty. She was something else. Powerful.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one

It's like you're averse to adventure.

They'd known, of course, that the burden of beauty was carried by women—after all, there were never any men in the waiting room at Dr. Youngblood's—but it was only when they'd relieved themselves of the weight that they understood how heavy it was.

Firefly, it is an act of bravery to feel your feelings. Oh, Meg would've loved that. It's an act of bravery to feel your feelings, even if your feelings are telling you to die.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

All her life she had been such a planner, a plotter, a plodder. She planned meals the week before so she knew how to shop. She planned vacations a year in advance so they could save on airfare.