Rainbow Rowell Quotes - Page 11

Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

Emergency dance party--go away.

He pulled away to say he's sorry, and she shook her head no, because even though she really want him to be sorry, she wanted to kiss him more.

You know?" he repeated. She smiled, so he kissed her. "You're not the Han Solo in this relationship, you know." "I'm totally the Han Solo," she whispered. It was good to hear her. It was good to remember it was Eleanor under all this new flesh. "Well, I'm not the Princess Leia," he said. "Don't get so hung up on gender roles," Eleanor said.” ... “You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.

I miss you." "That's stupid," she said. "I saw you this morning." "It's not the time," Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling." It's the distance.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Just … isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?” “It sets a dangerous precedent.” “For avoiding pain?” “For avoiding life.

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?" Your girl? "The kind that respects my wishes," she said. "And my strength, and my... arms." Levi grinned some more. Because he wasn't taking her seriously. "I have a lot of respect for your arms. I like how they're attached to the rest of you.

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she'd ever written about Baz or Simon's chests. She'd written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm hollows. Levi's chest was a living thing.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.

Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy.

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.

Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

I wrote all four of my books at Starbucks.

As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!

I was in my mid 20s when email finally took off. Until then, the phone was my primary way of connecting with the people in my life.

I tend to write about my anxieties - it's what I'm afraid will happen. And I write a story working it out.

This is why I can't be with Levi. Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight-and Levi can't even read.

The snow came up to the top of Georgie's calves - she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing ... God, she'd never even been able to imagine this much cold before. How could people live someplace that so obviously didn't want them?