He was the kind of beautiful that got under your skin.
You can’t undo loss. You can’t unmake a mistake.
I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he’d see there’s more to me than shy, just like I see there’s more to him than slacker.
He stayed with her for so long because he liked the idea of being in love. He has an empty well in his heart that needs to be filled by someone. Anyone. But that’s not enough for me, and it won’t be enough for him either once he finally realizes the truth.
As far as you go, he believes in what he does, and in second chances. He loves people. I’d go so far as to say he loves you.” Loved me? “Why? I don’t follow the rules. Aren’t religious people into rules?” “Rules make people feel safe. But they can turn into judgments. Condemnation is easy, Vaughn. The harder choice is love, and it’s one my dad makes every day.
North could have kissed her. He could have done it, he could have swooped in, but he was being respectful. It made her want to devour him whole. Or be devoured whole.
She kissed his lips then. They tasted of apples and cheese, of the revelation of things you never imagined going so well together. She tasted meting ice cream, too, melting defenses, herself melting into Russell.
Girls were supposed to be happy that someone wanted them, as though they were kittens in a basket, and any left by day’s end would be drowned in the pond.
I pick a fight. I am cruel. I annihilate him.
I’m just as big a fool as the rest of them.
Are you gonna say what’s on your mind, or are you gonna make me guess? Because I’m not good at guessing games. People should say what they mean to say and not make other people stumble around.
If you like someone, you should have to make an effort.
Things are not always how they seem.
Not always getting what you want, but sometimes getting what you need.
The rest of it, the unknown... it’ll come.
Isla... why do you think that Josh didn’t love you?” My voice grows even smaller. “Because I thought no one could love me.” “And why did you think that?” “Because I didn’t think I was worth loving.
I need you to be my person,” Mags said. “I need to see you. And hear you. I need you to stay alive. And I need you to stop kissing other people just because they’re standing next to you when the ball drops.
Let’s vow to never become monsters that we are trying to protect ourselves from.
To be good at anything you have to practice.
You’re so bad at good-byes, he whispers in my ear. Which is true. There is an average of about forty-seven minutes between the time we first type “goodnight” and the moment we actually stop sending our words back and forth.