Problematic Summer Romance Quotes

You okay?” I ask, cautious. “Yeah.” A deep inhale. “Yeah. I just wanted to listen to you exist.

Because if we ever end up in an accident, I'd rather die than survive you.

Do you want me to leave?” “It would be best if—” “Not the question I—” “No, Maya. I never want you to be anywhere but with me.

Because one day, Conor Harkness decided that he wanted someone to know him. And he chose me.

I have never wanted anything as desperately, as ungovernably, as persistently as I want you. Not a single goddamn thing. Not my dead mother back. Not revenge. Not the well-being of the people I love. Not professional success, not even my own happiness. Absolutely nothing has consumed me as mercilessly as you have.

Since the first day I met you, you have been the best thing in my life. And you weren’t even in it.

I love you, Maya. And no. It’s never going to pass.

You have no football, just an organized system of overgrown men giving each other CTE.

I am a corporate lawyer, girl. My tolerance for boring is higher than the debt ceiling.

You are mine, and used to me touching you. You welcome it. It’s…We have a life, Maya. That’s ours.

All of these things you listed, a dog could do.

It’s the way you take over the space around you. You remind me constantly, loudly, indecently, of all the little things that make you you. It’s impossible to escape, and it makes me very angry.

So, you and Rue are taking care of it?” He gives me an appalled look. “I would never ask Rue to talk on the phone with someone.

He casts a level look in my direction. "Because if we end up in an accident, I’d rather die than survive you." My heart stops. Doesn’t restart for whole seconds.

You built a nice adulthood over the ruins of a shitty adolescence,” my therapist once

A new feeling floods me: That he and I are on the same side of an invisible line, and the rest of the world is elsewhere. Our very own Isola Bella. Sandbar accessibility subject to changes in sea levels.

Maybe he was the love of my life. No, I am certain that he was. But happy endings are not the rule. Sometimes you give it your all, and things still don’t turn out well. Sometimes A for effort looks just like an F in a funhouse mirror. It’s okay. I’ve survived a lot of bad shit, and I know the trick to pull through. Breathe. Just breathe. And then breathe again.

You built a nice adulthood over the ruins of a shitty adolescence,” my therapist once said, and I enjoy the mental image of it. The idea of life as something I could choose, cultivate day by day, curate and nurture. Being mindful, instead of reactive.

He doesn't want to be in control of me, I don't think, just of himself.

It’s not for us to know. He’s different with her. How do you know? Because that’s how relationships work. If it’s a good one, you let loose. You show all sides of yourself.

You built a nice adulthood over the ruins of a shitty adolescence,

It’s awkward, too. People try to put forward their best traits, but a lot is at stake, and they are nervous, which is counterproductive. It’s the trial-run nature of it. Like there’s something to prove, a new level to graduate to. The need to discover whether a subeffective dose of someone you barely know might be compatible with your system, then slowly increase the intake, see if your organism tolerates it…it’s the kind of shit you do to get accustomed to poisons.

I kept moving the goalpost. I kept drawing new lines. And…you asked what changed between last night and this morning: you made me realize that some lines should be left where they’ve been drawn. And if we move past them…” His fingers curl around my cheek, thumb brushing back and forth. “Then so be it.

I think about the men and women who built this theater. The Greeks who sailed all the way over here and found the place too beautiful to leave, the Romans who joined them, the Arabs and the Normans and the House of Bourbon. The world is so big, and we are just clumps of atoms. What’s a tiny little bit of heartbreak, when faced with the vastness of mankind? Does it matter that a love is unrequited, if the universe started with a hot fireball and will end the same way?

Isn’t that the whole concept behind having a destination wedding? You discharge your familial duty by inviting everyone you’ve ever met—including creepy, doll-collecting aunts and the third cousin who gives sweaty hugs—while fully expecting that ninety percent of your acquaintances will send their regrets and refuse to show up. For real, if people had thousands of dollars to blow on a vacation, they wouldn’t use it to go eat shitty fondant cake at a location picked by someone else.

I'm going to walk out of this room with the assumption that you

I'm going to walk out of this room with the assumption that you are high." "I'm not-" "And" - he cuts me off - "by the next time we cross paths, I expect you to have come down from whatever this is and to stop acting like the childish brat you so love to remind me you aren't.

The problem is, they’re all lawyers. And I refuse to fuck a lawyer.” “Why?” “It’s incest, Maya.

Okay, first of all, your soul has never been anything but coal smeared. I bet you burned ants with magnifying lenses when you were a toddler, back during the Protestant Reformation.

I bet you burned ants with magnifying lenses when you were a toddler, back during the Protestant Reformation.” “That is patently libelous, and I do not deserve—

Not too far from us, a tall column of ashes and lava erupts from Mount Etna.

I squint at him. He’s around my age. Built like some kind of athlete. He has an accent, definitely not Italian. German, maybe? “How did yours turn out?

I animatedly explained to Conor that in the event of an apocalypse, I would lie down in the streets and let the zombies take me—because I could survive longer, but why would I want to?

I just wanted to listen to you exist.

Age is years of accumulated experience. Age is lessons learned.

But one of us has to take the lead, and I can be Orpheus.

Is the attraction in the room with us?” he asks, derisive.

Easy?” An amused huff. “You haven’t been easy a second in your life.

And that’s when I decide that if he’s going to play this game, I’m going to give him difficult.

On my quest to make him hurt as much as I’m hurting, I may have misplaced my self-preservation.

I wish I could bear this for you, Maya.

já que acha que é incapaz de sair com alguém e continuar meu amigo ao mesmo tempo, talvez devesse sair comigo.

Olha, você não precisa dizer que vai se casar comigo. Está passando por muitas mudanças, e eu também vou ter que mudar. O anel pode significar só que… Pode ser só uma lembrança de que eu te amo. De que eu quero me casar com você. Que sou um sim constante e infinito. E que, quando você estiver pronta, em dois anos ou em vinte, vou estar aqui.

– Por que você faz isso? – perguntou ele. – Isso o quê? – Interrompe os próprios pensamentos sem concluir nada. Eu me lembrei de quando tentei expressar as mesmas dúvidas a Alfie. – Humm. As pessoas geralmente acabam me interrompendo de qualquer forma… Ele me olhou de cara feia. – Então você precisa encontrar pessoas melhores.

– Essa não foi a primeira vez que você disse “eu te amo”. – Não. – Conor sorri à luz lenta da manhã. – Mas foi a primeira vez que falei com sinceridade.

I hope you lied to him and saved those five euros, Daddy.

The Mayageddon,’ Sul whispers. ‘No,’ I protest. ‘Come on, no. She's locked in. I was just pointing out that Axel is terribly incompetent and the sole reason we might not win. But like, in a nice, friendly way.