This isn’t easy. This is just another kind of hard. That’s all that’s left now, for any of us.
I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein. I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.
I’m disrespectful,” I say, “but I’m not rude.
You’re going to spill your Starbucks,” she said. “It’s your Starbucks,” he said. “Well, then you really shouldn’t spill it.
The road goes everywhere you’d want to go. Everywhere you’d think of going. It never ends. And you’re never alone there. And everything you’d ever want is right there on the road.
I’m only three years older than you, Agatha.” Is that true? Could Niamh have already made that many bad skin-care choices?
She stepped closer to him. “I look like a hobo?” “Worse,” he said. “Like a sad hobo clown.” “And you like it?” “I love it.” As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside him. Something always did. eleanor.
I remember seeing her and thinking that I’d never seen anything so beautiful. And that if you were that beautiful, that graceful, nothing could ever really touch you. It would be like being a lion or a unicorn. Nobody could really touch you, because you wouldn’t even be on the same plane as everyone else.
She couldn’t get over thinking that, when it came to working out, it was the thought that counted.
Maybe everything in America is just like in the movies.
Friends don’t let friends live small lives.
They listened to music that reminded Summer of things that hadn’t happened yet.
It’s nice to think about that: living long enough to have to figure out what to do with myself.
It would be too much for anymore.
I’ll probably stay awhile.
Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you’re this happy. And it hurts to look at you when you’re depressed. There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.
Dating Simon Snow hasn’t been the erotic gropefest I’d always imagined – so far, it’s a lot of sitting in silence and thousand-yard stares – but we do hold hands almost all the time. Snow’s like a child who’s afraid of getting lost in the market.
I like to dance.
I like to dance in public,′ Noel said. ‘With other people. It’s a communal experience.
Everyone knows you can’t trust princes.