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She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.
People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.
The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.
She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.
The happiness at getting what you want is not usually commensurate with the worry leading up to it.
She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.
Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.
Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris
The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin
She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.
Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)
What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.
You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.
He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.
She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to
When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.
Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.
she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.
The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.
There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.
Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.
I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.
It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.
Show me a girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and I'll show you a girl who can't put her pants on. -Annik Marchand
Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.
Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.
She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.
Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.
She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?
Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.
She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.
Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.
When I turned fifteen, I remember my father gave me a credit card which I was allowed to use for two things: emergencies and books.
You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen
They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.
She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.