“ What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world… Rainbow Rowell
“ Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. Rainbow Rowell
“ 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. Rainbow Rowell
