Gayle Forman Quotes - Page 7

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

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.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.

Fake it till you make it actually worked.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

Sometimes you can't know until you know.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

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.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

In Rome, I really wanted an Audrey Hepburn Roman Holiday experience, but the Trevi Fountain was crowded, there was a McDonald's at the base of the Spanish Steps, and the ruins smelled like cat pee because of all the strays. The same thing happened in Prague, where I'd been yearning for some of the bohemianism of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. But no, there were no fabulous artists, no guys who looked remotely like a young Daniel Day-Lewis. I saw this one mysterious-looking guy reading Sartre in a cafe, but then his cell phone rang and he started talking in aloud Texan twang.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

It was just one day and it's been just one year. But maybe one day is enough. Maybe one hour is enough. Maybe time has nothing at all to do with it". Willem