It’s maddening how someone so easy to read can be so impossible to understand.
It's not uncommon. Nice guys finish last and all.
It's a physical sickness. Etienne. How much I love him.I Etienne.I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my...
In the history of terrible holidays, this ranks as the worst ever. Worse than the Fourth of July when Granddad showed up to see the fireworks in a kilt and insisted on singing Flower of Scotland inste...
If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself.She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. Miiiiiiiiine! he says.Cut it out...
If I looked at this dress as one massive thing, it would be too overwhelming. No one could create such a gown. But by breaking it down into tiny, individual steps, it becomes something I can achieve.
I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]
I'm walking you home. It's late. And it's pouring
I'm beginning to think that maybe it's okay to be a blank canvas. Maybe it's okay that my future is unknown. And maybe, it's okay to be inspired by the people who do know their future.
I thought I did. Josh stares out over the city. And then I knew I didn’t, and she knew she didn’t, but we stayed together, because…I don’t know why. Maybe because we thought we should be in love. At l...
I tell the annoying classmates to shove it, and Madame Guillotine gets mad at me. Not because I told them to shove it,but because What is wrong with this school?
I slowly, slowly remove it. No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have m...
I slide my hand between our mouths, just in time. His lipsare soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it. No, Idon’t love Max anymore. But I don’t want to give you thisbroken, empty me. I want y...
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
I like you, he says. My body is rigid. And I don’t mean as a friend.
I like being different.And I like that about you … But I like the real you best.
I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a...
I don't want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another girl holding out for something that will never happen.
I don't understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It's like we're incapable of normal human interaction.
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?