Quotes from Gayle Forman

But seriously, how do you get over the jitters?" Dad was still smiling but I could tell he had turned serious because he slowed down his speech. "You don't. You just work through it. You just hang in there

Did you like it? Juilliard?" I ask. "Was it everything you thought it'd be?" "No," she says, and again, I feel this strange sense of victory. Until she elaborates. "It was more." "Oh.

They were married by a lesbian justice of the peace while their friends played a guitar-feedback-heavy version of the "Wedding March." The bride wore a white-fringed flapper dress and black spiked boots. The groom wore leather.

I repeat the words that I wish someone would say to me, and then suddenly we are kissing. I taste his grief and his need and his tears and my tears.

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

La ruptura. Todo el mundo habla de ella como si fuera lo más fácil del mundo. No hay más que desplegar los dedos uno por uno hasta abrir por completo la mano. Pero yo llevo tres años con el puño apretado; rígido de tan cerrado, a punto de no volver a abrirse nunca más

I'm a planet without it's sun

Karma's not like a bank. Make a deposit, take a withdrawal.

After a while, I stop and sit down and look out over the water. On the other side is Europe. Somewhere over there is him. And somewhere over there, a different version of me.

Please Mia, don't make me write a song..." - Adam Wilde, If I Stay

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn't even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself. But if you keep waiting for the doors to be opened for you. . . ." she

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

I'm a planet without a sun, I'm already cold and dead - Cody

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow

We are so close, but he's looking at her, so he doesn't see me at all.

I turn to Melanie. It's on her now. She narrows her green eyes at Willem. "If you rape or murder my friend, I will kill you." Willem tsk-tsks. "You Americans are so violent. I'm Dutch. The worst I wil do is run her over with a bicycle.

We walk a ways to a McDonald's. I'm suddenly ravenous, hungry for something that is not vegetarian or organic or healthy but is bred in a daily misery.

She shakes her head. "You can't give homes to every stray out there." 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 then I go and look at the actual notes and

They don't know about the mornings when anger is the one thing—the only thing—to get you through the day. If they take that from me, I'm wide open: raw and gaping, and then I don't stand a fucking chance.

I let the memories flood me as I fill one page. Then another. And then I'm not even writing about him anymore. I'm writing about me.

Shakespeare trascends language

Sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one

There's nothing wrong. You are just happy because you met people who see the world differently.