Quotes from E. Lockhart

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part.

She never seemed to second-guess her thoughts. Me, I second-guess everything.

We were warm and shivering, and young and ancient, and alive.

Please, that is so antiquated. The institutions of male supremacy only have real power over you if you buy into that notion. Go found your own club and tell them they can't join. Or better yet, drop the idea of clubs altogether because they're exclusionary, and embrace some other, more flexible way of connecting with people.

No one in this family can see what's right in front of them.

In fact, the mark of tragedy became, with time, a mark of glamour.

It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can't see who you are.

It is true I suffer migraines since my accident. It is true I do not suffer fools. I like a twist of meaning. You see? Suffer migraines. Do not suffer fools. The word means almost the same as it did in the previous sentence, but not quite. Suffer. You could say it means endure, but that's not exactly right.

At least, these guys were looking. And seeing something. A milkshake.

Be a little kinder than you have to, Cady, and things will be all right.

Other people adapt to you, asshole. You think there's no adapting going on, but you're fucking blind, Forrest. It's all around you, all the time.

What fun we'd had, how beautiful we were.

Te miraba como si fueras el planeta más brillante de la galaxia.

Adelaide wished to love someone and be loved back. And to love someone and know that it was him she loved, not some idea of him. Maybe that was two wishes. Maybe it was only one.

They're doing just as I asked them to. As we Sinclairs always do. Pretending. Lying. Trying to have a good time.

I flinch. "Don't feel sorry for me, okay? Not ever. It makes my skin crawl.

They planned to know one another when they were ancient and gray-"when we're doddering around with canes and have forgotten the names of our wives, we will still be Bassets,and still be young in our hearts.

The bottom line is, Gat bailed when I got hurt. The bottom line is, it was only a summer fling. The bottom line is, he might have loved Raquel. We lived too far apart, anywway. I never got an explanation. I just know he left me.

I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting.

It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps to the porch.

Antiques and Oriental rugs tell people that my mother may be a dog breeder who dropped out of Bryn Mawr, but she's got power—because she's got money.

Jule had many rare talents. She worked hard and really had so damn much to offer. She knew all that. So why did she feel worthless at the same time?

Jule believed that the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. She believed that the best way to avoid having your heart broken was to pretend you don't have one. She believed that the way you speak is often more important than anything you have to say. She also believed in action movies, weight training, the power of makeup, memorization, equal rights, and the idea that YouTube videos can teach you a million things you won't learn in college.

The notebook was tattered, and on every fragile page Frankie could feel the fundamental connection between the boys. They were going through life together - whether the pranks they pulled were dumb or brilliant. She was going through life with no one.