Gabrielle Zevin Quotes - Page 4

As many have discovered, it is entirely possible (although not particularly desirable) to love two people with all your heart. It is entirely possible to long for two lives, to feel that one life can't come close to containing it all.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

It's hard to believe. Where does the times go?' Betty sighs. 'I've always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.

i've made room for you, she said. if you want it, there's room.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

I don't think I would have minded you being the keeper of my secrets.

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

The truth is, sometimes too much can happen in a relationship, and then there's nothing anyone can do or say. It's broken.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.

I wish that the adults who are 'in power' cared more about what their children read. Books are incredibly powerful when we are young - the books I read as a child have stayed with me my entire life - and yet, the people who write about books, for the most part, completely ignore children's literature.

The words you can't find, you borrow.

A question I’ve thought about a great deal is why it is so much easier to write about the things we dislike/hate/acknowledge to be flawed than the things we love.

Dance with me,' Win said. 'I know I'm probably making a fool of myself. You're probably thinking, how many times do I have to reject this guy? Can't he take a hint?' I shook my head. 'But somehow I don't even care. I see you in your red dress, standing by the punch table, and something in me wants to keep trying. I think, she is a person worth knowing.

The theme of the dance was "Great Romances," or some such nonsense. There were projections of supposedly great couples from the past on the walls of the gym. Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, Hermione and Ron, Bonnie and Clyde, etc.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know." "'Lass'? Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.

He told me that love was the only thing that really mattered in the world.

Eye contact made people think you were being truthful even if you weren't.

Violence should not always beget more violence.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said. That was when I kissed him again. May God forgive me for this and all these things I've done.