Abigail Johnson Quotes

And as I watched him leave, even the shreds of my heart shriveled into dust and blew away.

Can you be disappointed by the loss of something that had only begun to flicker with the promise of existence?

I loved that it was equally impossible to think about anything or anyone else when I was with her.

We didn't always need the things we wanted, but some things were worth holding on to anyway.

Falling was such an elastic word. It was basically horrible. People got hurt and died, falling. There was force and pain and fear, if the height was great enough. Even sometimes when it wasn’t. The terror of not finding something solid underfoot was just as real for half a second as it was for twenty. Yet fall was the word most often coupled with love, falling in and falling out of. How was that even possible? They couldn’t be the same. One fall ushered in delirious, stupid happiness; the other fall expelled those euphoric emotions with blood and tears and scars. Bliss and agony. Fall and fall. It wasn’t the same. There should be a better word.

Letting other people help you doesn't mean you're weak or helpless. Sometimes it just means you're smart enough to understand that you don't have to do everything in your own.

I missed what we'd had, but I was grateful for what we were slowly rebuilding.

You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore to be happy.

My first thought, when he opened his door, was that it wasn’t fair that his bedhead looked so cute when mine looked like I’d slept in a jet engine. The second was that he smiled when he saw me. It made me feel like my coat was suddenly too warm.

Look, if you only see the world as a list of things you'll never get to do, then you'll never enjoy any of the things you get to do. You'll always be thinking of something else, wanting more, when maybe what you have, what you've seen or read or heard or whatever, is pretty great. You'll never appreciate anything.

And I know you're gonna break my heart at some point. I might even break yours. I pressed her hand more firmly against my chest. "But its yours to break and mend and hopefully not break again, because, like you've said many times, I have fragile boy emotions." My fingers slidnup to her chin and urged her to look at me. My pulse kicked impossibly higher as I drank in the features I knew better than my own at that point. "I want all of you. Prickly, funny, sarcastic, brilliant, and sometimes a little mean you. And I'm not gonna make a joke here even though I can feel you squirming. Theres nothing funny about the way you make me feel. I love you Jolene. I love you like a movie with the perfect lighting and the sweeping camera , the kind where the music sweels and-Jo...?

Gregory Johnson is a fine specimen of the male human. Look how large he is!” “Why don’t you make out with him then?” Raphael laughed. “Abigail Miller, he is not my type. He is a human.

Look, if you only see the world as a list of things you'll never get to do, then you'll never enjoy any of the things you do get to do. You'll always be thinking of something else, wanting more, when maybe what you have, what you've seen or read or heard or whatever, is pretty great. You'll never appreciate anything.

It felt good to think about a maybe somewhere in the future when we couldn't have a now.

It was a love story. Not romantic exactly, but the kind of love that maybe lasts beyond passion and heartache. It was a story of friendship, wth all its possibilities laid out in front of it.

Where’d you go just now?” I suck in a huge breath. “Nowhere I want to stay.” “Then come back.

It’s still hard, you don’t need me to tell you that, but hard doesn’t mean it can’t also be good.

It’s time for you to start discovering that this new life, the only one you have, might still be worth making into something.