Quotes from Gayle Forman

Quitting's not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy." "Really? Was that how you quit me?

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

But 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 understood all that in my head, but I still didn"t believe it in my heart.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that's where safety lives.

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.

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.

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It's the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" "blue

I don't want to be that person, who just takes things.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

I want you to play me like a cello.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.