It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.
The worst thing about the internet, as far as Greg’s bosses were concerned, was that it was now impossible to distinguish a roomful of people working diligently from a roomful of people taking the What-Kind-of-Dog-Am-I? online personality quiz.
Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.
Things get better – hurt less – over time. If you let them.
To really be a nerd, she’d decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.
The strange thing about seeing someone for first time in nine years is the way they look totally different, just for a second, a split second, and then they look at you the way they always have, as if no time has passed between you.
Why are you lying awake, thinking that you’re a terrible person? To keep my mind occupied when I can’t sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.
I object to every single thing you just said.
Eleanor’s hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he’d known.
The idea that you’re hard to love is ludicrous.
That girl – all of them – hated Eleanor before they’d even laid eyes on her. Like they’d been hired to kill her in a past life.
But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write – he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.
Have you ever seen The Goodbye Girl? Don’t watch it if you still want to enjoy romantic comedies. It makes every movie ever made starring Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock lash itself in shame.
He tried not to love that she could recite scenes from Ghostbusters, that she liked kung fu movies and could name all of the original X-Men – because those seemed like reasons a guy would fall for a girl in a Kevin Smith movie.
You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.
She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn’t scared of doing it wrong.
She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.
The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.
She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.
You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.