He kept making her feel like it was safe to smile.
Because,’ he said, like both syllables hurt.
Levi’s eyebrows were pornographic.
His grandparents had a light on, on their front porch, and Eleanor’s face caught every bit of it. She looked like she should be married to the man in the moon.
Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.
He’d thought he was over caring what people thought about him. He’d thought that loving Eleanor proved that. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself.
Hey, mister, I don’t think so. You go outside and yell at sky, you so angry.
If I was meant to be with you, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with Marlon.
I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
If you don’t want people to look at you, Park had thought at the time, don’t wear fishing lures in your hair. Her jewelry box must look like a junk drawer.
Cath couldn’t stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.
You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.
Every woman wants a man who’ll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.
I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you.
And sometimes you held somebody’s hand just to prove that you were still alive, and that another human being was there to testify to that fact.
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I think I can live without you, but it won’t be any kind of life.
You give away nice like it doesn’t cost you anything.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!