Instructions For Dancing Nicola Yoon Quotes

The problem with broken hearts isn’t that they kill you. It’s that they don’t

Happiness is tricky. Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes, though—the best times—it sneaks up behind you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

It doesn’t matter that love ends. It just matters that there’s love.

Sometimes the only thing to say about a period of time is that it’s passing and that you’re surviving it.

Love is the question and the answer and the reason to ask in the first place. It’s everything. All of it.

Here's what I think. If you get very, very lucky in this life, then you get to love another person so hard and so completely that when you lose them, it rips you apart. I think the pain is the proof of a life well lived and loved.

You can miss the future with people who are still alive too.

Love is too small, too singular a word for the feeling it’s trying to hold. Just one word isn’t enough, so I want to use them all. Sometimes I think love is the reason language was invented.

Yes, falling in love requires a leap of faith. But people only jump because they don’t know what the ground looks like.

It was beautiful. But it was sad too. Both things, and at the same time. I don’t know why so much of life is like that.

To love is human. We can't help ourselves.

Maybe the whole point of love is to make more of itself.

Mom said just because a thing ends doesn't make the thing any less real. Just because everything is different now doesn't mean we didn't love each other once. Maybe we will again.

Not everybody can dance good, but everybody can dance.

Everyone loves to hate love triangles, but actually they’re great. They exist so the main character can choose between different versions of themselves: who they used to be, and who they’re still becoming. Side note: If you ever find yourself choosing between a vampire and a werewolf, choose the vampire.

I’m not scared I won’t survive the pain. I’m scared the pain will never end and I’ll have to live with it forever. The problem with broken hearts isn’t that they kill you. It’s that they don’t.

Couples in love believe they’ll always be in love. It’s one of the ways you know you’re in love in the first place.

How many versions of me will there be in this one lifetime?

It’s hard to completely hate someone who loves someone you love.

In darkness, there's still hope. Some hidden things in the places you can't see. Grief to me feels like an endless landscape of white light. No secrets. No surprises either. You can see clearly all you have lost. Everything that is no longer there.

I wonder if being with him will always feel like a discovery.

One of the hazards of having friends, especially long time ones, is just how well they know you.

People dont come back Evie. The time we get is the time we get.

One thing I’ll know for sure: love can last forever.

Sometimes I wish there were a weather report for your life. Tomorrow’s forecast is for routine high school shenanigans in the morning, but with dramatic parental betrayal by late afternoon, ending with wild emotional despair by nightfall. Details after the next commercial break.

Hearts grow bigger so you can love more.

Maybe the whole point of love it to make more of itself.

It occurs to me that an unhappy ending for one person can mean a happy beginning for another... I think about the way we're all just starring in our own stories" -Evie

I don’t know why we lose the people we love and we’re expected to go on after we lose them. But I know that to love is human. We can’t help ourselves. The philosopher-poets say love is the answer, but it’s more than that. Love is the question and the answer and the reason to ask in the first place. It’s everything. All of it.

Given enough time, all love stories turn into heartbreak stories. Heartbreak = love + time.

I decide I like people who are generous with their laughter.

What I’ve learned over the last three weeks is that all my old romance novels ended too quickly. Chapters were missing from the end. If they told the real story—the entire story—each couple would’ve eventually broken up, due to neglect or boredom or betrayal or distance or death. Given enough time, all love stories turn into heartbreak stories. Heartbreak = love + time.

Yes, falling in love requires a leap of faith. But people only jump because they don't know what the ground looks like. They believe their landing will be soft. That the ground is covered in soft stuff- feathers, down pillows, fluffy baby blankets, the shaggiest shag carpeting. But I've seen the ground. It is covered in lethal spikes fashioned fro the bones of other jumpers. The fall is not all survivable.

We both stop walking to stare up at it. The engine temporarily blots out all other sound. “Paris would be nice,” I say after it’s gone. “Pretty happy right where I am,” he says. I don’t know when he stopped looking up at the sky and started looking at me instead.

Almost nobody gets out of love alive. —Helen Fisher

He turns and stares down the street like there’s something out there he’s been hoping to see. “People don’t come back, Evie. The time we get is the time we get.

It was beautiful. But it was sad too. Both things, and at the same time. I don't know why so much of life is like that" -Evie

Q: What do you call a nosy pepper? A: Jalapeño business.

And then I do the thing you're supposed to do when you find love. I hold on.

People who say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all have never really loved anyone and never really lost anyone either

Happiness is tricky. Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes, though - the best times - it sneaks up behind you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

The fifth thing I notice is that I'm noticing a lot of things. So I stop. ... I notice him some more.

If everybody thought about the odds, there'd be no rock stars in the first place" -Evie

Second chance- these days I realize this is the most unrealistic trope. If someone hurts you once, why would you give them the chance to do it again?

I want to make it so no one and nothing can hurt me ever again. I want to get rid of every nice, kind, sweet, soft feeling inside myself until there’s nothing at all. No joy, but no pain either.

I was here. Xavier. X. “It’s you,” I say. “It’s me,” he agrees. “But why?” I ask. “You mean that existentially or what?” He smirks and raises an eyebrow at me, displaying not one but two Classic Romance Guy Characteristics.

Okay,” I say. “I’m leaving now.” He raises a single eyebrow and I almost laugh. For a second, I feel like I’m a character in one of my old romance books. Raising a single eyebrow is such a Classic Romance Guy Characteristic.

I laugh. “How much thinking about this have you been doing?” “A fair amount,” he says, and kisses me again, and it’s more than good. It’s excellent. Stupendous. Phenomenal. Prodigious. Every synonym for excellent ever conceived.

Here's what I think. If you get very, very lucky in this life, then you get to love another person so hard and so completely that when you lose them, it rips you apart. I think the pain is the proof of a life well lived and loved" -Dad

If I was in a funk or in the barren hinterland between sad or mad, I could just pluck any random one from my favourites shelf and settle into my fuzzy pink chair for a good read. By chapter three - chapter four at the very latest - I'd be feeling better.

I don’t see darkness. In darkness there’s still hope. Some hidden thing in the places you can’t see. Grief to me feels like an endless landscape of white light. No secrets. And no surprises either. You can see clearly all you have lost. Everything that’s no longer there.

Remove this quote from your collection “I gave you the power to see love. The heartbreak is just one part of it. It’s not the all of it. Why did you only focus on the ending?” “Because it’s the most important part.” “Is it?” she asks. “It wasn’t supposed to be a curse, Evie. It was supposed to be a gift.

Books don’t work their magic on me anymore. It used to be that if I was in a funk or in the barren hinterland between sad and mad, I could just pluck any random one from my favorites shelf and settle into my fuzzy pink chair for a good read. By chapter three—chapter four at the very latest—I’d be feeling better.

I know how this looks. It looks like we’re bantering, like sparks are flying between us like in witty, old romantic comedies. It looks like the start of something. But I promise you, there are no sparks. Nothing here is on fire. Archibald chuckles. “Well, Evie, this is our grandson, Xavier.” “It’s just X, Gramps,” X says. He gives Maggie a hug.

I’m screwing this up. What I’m saying is I finally figured out that endings don’t matter nearly as much as I thought they did.” “What matters, then?” I sit back down. “Beginnings are nice, but the best part is right now, in the wide-open middle. I made fun of you, but you were right this whole time. I should live in the moment and all that other stuff.

just because a thing ends doesn’t make the thing any less real. Just because everything is different now doesn’t mean we didn’t love each other once. Maybe we will again.

Couples in love believe they'll always be in love. It's one of the ways you know you're in love in the first place" -Evie

In every romance book ever written, banter is a gateway drug

Happiness is tricky. Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes, though--the best times--it sneaks up behind you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

Smiles like falling dominoes.

Love Triangle ... They exist so the main character can choose between different versions of themselves: who they used to be and who they're still becoming.

A prominent disclaimer reminding us that we might not see celebrities frolicking in their natural habitat.

At beginning you will not be good. Some of you will be like clumsy newborn baby octopus, but by the end you will be better.

Let's Taco Bout It

Mom said just because a thing ends doesn't make the thing any less real. Just because everything is different now doesn't mean that we didn't love each other once.

With those outfits, you two do not deserve music.

just say yes philosophy.

Happiness is tricky. Sometimes you have to fight for it. Sometimes, though - the best times - it sneaks up behind you, wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close" -Evie

Maybe the whole point of love is to make more of itself" -Evie

I think you got Zoltared!

Love is too small, too singular a word for the feeling it's trying to hold. Just one word isn't enough, so i want to use them all. Sometimes i think loves the reason language was invented.

When Archibald and Maggie met in that audition line, they had no idea what they were at the beginning of. They didn’t know that their love of dancing would make a place for others to love it too. Or that their love would branch out into the world and make children and then grandchildren. Or that their love would lead to mine. Maybe the whole point of love is to make more of itself.

Love is too small, too singular a word for the feeling it's trying to hold. Just one word isn't enough, so I want to use them all. Sometimes I think love is the reason language was invented." -Evie

In situations like this, most people wish for a hole to open up and swallow them into the ground. But I don’t want that. What I want is to be the hole. I don’t know what that sentiment means, but I’m sure I mean it.

I should know better than to banter. Why? Because in every romance book ever written, banter is a gateway drug. Banter leads to actual conversation, which leads to dating, which leads to kissing, which leads to coupling, which leads to heartbreak. I turn the corner onto my street and remind myself that the only reason I’m entering this competition is so I can figure out a way to get rid of the visions. Despite how it might seem, this is not a love story.

Here’s what I think. If you get very, very lucky in this life, then you get to love another person so hard and so completely that when you lose them, it rips you apart. I think the pain is the proof of a life well lived and loved.

a weather report for your life. Tomorrow’s forecast is for routine high school shenanigans in the morning, but with dramatic parental betrayal by late afternoon, ending with wild emotional despair by nightfall. Details after the next commercial break.

All my old romance novels ended too quickly. Chapters were missing from the end. If they told the real story—the entire story—each couple would’ve eventually broken up, due to neglect or boredom or betrayal or distance or death. Given enough time, all love stories turn into heartbreak stories. Heartbreak = love + time.

I don’t know why we lose the people we love and how we’re expected to go on after we lose them. But I know that to love is human. We can’t help ourselves. The philosopher-poets say love is the answer, but it’s more than that. Love is the question and the answer and the reason to ask in the first place. It’s everything. All of it.

But the visions have taught me differently. Dad getting engaged to the woman he cheated on Mom with taught me differently. Yes, falling in love requires a leap of faith. But people only jump because they don’t know what the ground looks like. They believe their landing will be soft. That the ground is covered in soft stuff—feathers, down pillows, fluffy baby blankets, the shaggiest shag carpeting. But I’ve seen the ground. It is covered in lethal spikes fashioned from the bones of other jumpers. The fall is not at all survivable.

The only thing I know for sure is that I can't live with knowing I could've had more time with him and I didn't take it. It doesn't matter that love ends. It just matters that there's love.

Yes, falling in love requires a leap of faith. But people only jump because they don't know what the ground looks like. They believe their landing will be soft. That the ground is covered in soft stuff--feathers, down pillows, fluffy baby blankets, the shaggiest shag carpeting. But I've seen the ground. It is covered in lethal spikes fashioned from the bones of other jumpers. The fall is not at all survivable.

There's the girl who watches the same movie three times in a row so she can keep flirting with the usher between showings.

I like people who are generous with their laughter.