Gayle Forman Quotes

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

I think you're the sort of person who finds money on the ground and waves it in the air and asks if anyone has lost it. I think you cry in movies that aren't even sad because you have a soft heart, though you don't let it show. I think you do things that scare you, and that makes you braver than those adrenaline junkies who bungee-jump off bridges.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.

Sometimes the best way to find out what you’re supposed to do is by doing the thing you’re not supposed to do.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.

In Rome, I really wanted an Audrey Hepburn Roman Holiday experience, but the Trevi Fountain was crowded, there was a McDonald's at the base of the Spanish Steps, and the ruins smelled like cat pee because of all the strays. The same thing happened in Prague, where I'd been yearning for some of the bohemianism of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. But no, there were no fabulous artists, no guys who looked remotely like a young Daniel Day-Lewis. I saw this one mysterious-looking guy reading Sartre in a cafe, but then his cell phone rang and he started talking in aloud Texan twang.

You don’t share me. You own me.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Love can make you immortal

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.

I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

Anything that kills hope is a sin