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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. (P.S. I Love You)
Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not. There’s no telling how long you will have them near.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open your heart and follow where it leads you...and remember, shoot for the moon.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
I know now that I don’t want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
When you lose someone and it still hurts, that's when you know the love was real.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
...God leads you to it and takes you through it.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You....
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
So much of love is chance. There's something scary and wonderful about that.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
So I take Peter’s hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, “You have to take good care of this, because it’s yours.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Things feel like they'll be forever, but they aren't. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. (P.S. I Love You)
I say, “In the contract we said we wouldn’t break each other’s hearts. What if we do it again?” Fiercely he says, “What if we do? If we’re so guarded, it’s not going to be anything. Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It’s part of your charm. You’re in love with love.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. (P.S. I Love You)
There are two kinds of girls in this world. The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Sometimes I like you so much I can’t stand it. It fills up inside me, all the way to the brim, and I feel like I could overflow. I like you so much I don’t know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I’m going to see you again. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained. And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
You have to let yourself be fully present in every moment. Just be awake for it, do you know what I mean? Go all in and wring every last drop out of the experience.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
Nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experience downs?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Finding someone you love and loves you back is a wonderful feeling. But finding a true soulmate is an even better feelin. A soulmate is someone who understands you like no other will be there for you forever no matter what.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either.” John looks over at me, his gaze steady. “But one day maybe it will be.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
I still don't think it's pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you're sad.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Us," Peter corrects. "I did it for us." He links our fingers together. "It's you and me, kid.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
In memory, everything seems to happen to music.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. (P.S. I Love You)
Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
If two people are meant to be, they'll find their way to each other.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.
Cecelia Ahern
It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
On the other hand, she was a women with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led. In the meantime, she would just live.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
If this is love, no thanks. I don’t want any part of it. When I’m older, I’m just going to do my own thing. If I like a boy, fine, I’ll date him, but I’m not going to sit at home and cry over him. I cry over important things.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish not to cry.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
I’ve heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn’t think so in the beginning.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
A girl’s relationship with her father is the most important male relationship of her life.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Seeming and being are not one and the same.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn't that I only loved some of you. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me. I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it's all around me, and you're all around me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. But it still feels magic. The lost boys all stood at our wedding. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn't yours and mine? It does to me. and I'm sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn't change it. It is so quiet here. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. It's nothing like the jungle. The boys have grown. Everything has grown. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won't. I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved. I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me. Always, Your Peter P.S. Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug.
Jodi Lynn Anderson (Tiger Lily)
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong. On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
...When I get you back, I’m gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you.” He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” —MARGERY WILLIAMS
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair.
Cecelia Ahern
And nobody had told them that they were short on time.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Don’t let it happen to you, Lara Jean. Don’t get too serious to where things can’t go back. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart. Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking,because we both know-this is the night we become real.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You can't judge who you love the most by how long you love them.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
you will always be my favorite hello and hardest goodbye. P.S. i will always love you
Cecelia Ahern
There´s no way to protect yourself against heartbreak. That's just a part of life.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I deserve better than that, you know? I deserve . . . I deserve to be someone's number one girl." "You are." "No, I'm not. She is. You're still protecting her, her secret, whatever that is. From what, though? From me? What have I ever done to her?
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You know how I know she's your most important person? You pick her every time.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they’re wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
I can see now that it’s the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
He kisses like . . . like it could be his job.” Margot giggles and lifts the spoons off her eyes. “Like a male prostitute?
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
Things have a way of settling back.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I'm a million different things every day of the week.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
How about, 'I just kissed a guy at Black Weeds because you've been ignoring me. P.S. I love you.
Jeri Smith-Ready (Shade (Shade, #1))
what a luxury it was for people to be able to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Peter. Peter Kavinsky.” Even saying his name is a remembered pleasure, something to savor, like a piece of chocolate dissolving on my tongue.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Warring for peace is like screwing for virginity!!
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
That's life. Things don't always work out.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
You're not my best friend. You're my sister, and that's more.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
One day soon you'll be in the world, and you'll have so many options you won't know what to do with them. Everyone will fall in love with you, because you're so beautiful and so charming, and you'll look back on high school as such a tiny blip.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
We haven’t lost everything, if we haven’t lost our hope.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
I could fall in love with you so easily. I’m halfway there already. You’re so perfect in my memory, and you’re perfect now. It’s like I dreamed you into being. Of all the boys, you’re the one I would pick.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
My body is a temple not just any boy gets to worship at. I won't do any more than I want to do.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
But Holly, nobody’s life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn’t be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
For a minute there it was really good. It was really, really good. Wasn't it good? Maybe really, really good things aren't meant to last for too long; maybe that's what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You can't be close to someone, not truly, with secrets in between you.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
Words brought us together though they almost kept us apart. You trusted me with your secrets and then you stole my heart. They say that love is rare, like … “What’s rare?” I asked. “What?” His eyes lifted from the page and met mine. “What are some things that are rare?” “Meat?” I laughed. “We’re more alike than you know.
Kasie West (P.S. I Like You)
nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Like snow globes, you shake them up, and for a moment everything is upside down and glitter everywhere and it's just like magic - but then it all settles and goes back to where it's supposed to be.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
you don't marry someone you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Here's the thing. My one piece of advice to you. You have to let yourself be fully present in every moment. Just be awake for it, do you know what I mean? Go all in and wring every last drop out of the experience.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Your body is yours to protect and to enjoy.” She raises both eyebrows at me meaningfully. “Whoever you should choose to partake in that enjoyment, that is your choice, and choose wisely. Every man that ever got to touch me was afforded an honor. A privilege.” Stormy waves her hand over me. “All this? It’s a privilege to worship at this temple, do you understand my meaning? Not just any young fool can approach the throne. Remember my words, Lara Jean. You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever.” “I had no idea you were such a feminist,” I say. “Feminist?” Stormy makes a disgusted sound in her throat. “I’m no feminist. Really, Lara Jean!” “Stormy, don’t get worked up about it. All it means is that you believe men and women are equal, and should have equal rights.” “I don’t think any man is my equal. Women are far superior, and don’t you forget it. Don’t forget any of the things I just told you.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
The first doesn't necessarily the last, but it will always be the first, and that's special. Firsts are special.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
When you lose someone and it still hurts, that’s when you know the love was real.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Sometimes I wish I were passionate about something real. Something I knew I could succeed in. Right now all my dreams are a little far-fetched.
Kasie West (P.S. I Like You)
I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time than we hoped for. It's sad, but it's life. So you go to this ball, Holly and you embrace the fact that you had someone whom you loved and who loved you back.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they're your world; they are everything. There's no telling how long you will have them near...It's the good-byes that are hard.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
P.S. I Love You
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
Growing up really is bittersweet.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
You’ll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
If they don’t talk now, the scar will only harden over time, it will calcify, and then they’ll be like strangers who never loved each other, which is the saddest thought of all.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I can see now that it’s the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You only know you can do something if you keep on doing it.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
When it’s time to leave, we put on our shoes, kiss Daddy good-bye, and tumble out the front door. Waiting for us on the street in front of his car is Peter with a bouquet of cellophane-wrapped pink carnations. “Happy birthday, kid,” he says. Kitty’s eyes bulge. “Are those for me?” He laughs. “Who else would they be for? Hurry and get in the car.” Kitty turns to me, her eyes bright, her smile as wide as her face. I’m smiling too. “Are you coming too, Lara Jean?” I shake my head. “No, there’s only room for two.” “You’re my only girl today, kid,” Peter says, and Kitty runs to him and snatches the flowers out of his hand. Gallantly, he opens the door for her. He shuts it and turns and winks at me. “Don’t be jealous, Covey.” I’ve never liked him more than in this moment.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You’re both growing and changing, and it’s hard to grow and change at the same rate.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I’m waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
She felt relieved to have known him, to love him and to be loved by him, and relief that the last thing he saw was her face smiling down on him, encouraging him and assuring him it was OK to let go.
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
You'll just do what you did before he was your boyfriend," Alicia says. "You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen." She reaches out, touches her papery hand to my cheek. A smile plays at her lips. "All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Dear Max - You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever. ... And I hope you remember me the same way - clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy. But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of you again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right. Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of you in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when you and I are together, we're focused on each other - we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're the one who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray - at least for a while. ... You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you, sweetie. Not yet. ... At least for a couple more years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I love about you. But the more I thought about it, the more sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or for me, but for all of us together, our flock. Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again. Please make us only go through this once. ... I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me. ... You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings or without. ... Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it. Good-bye, my love. Fang P.S. Tell everyone I sure will miss them
James Patterson
And now I just want to not exist.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
What's this new shampoo you're wearing?" "I stole it from Margot. It's juicy pear. Nice, right?" "It's all right, I guess. But can you go back to the one you used to wear? The coconut one? I love the smell of that one." A dreamy look crosses his face, like evening fog settling over a city.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
No matter what, I always want to remember his face.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Maybe really, really good things aren’t meant to last for too long; maybe that’s what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
This is our story.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Am I OK? I'm lots of things. I'm lonely, I'm tired, I'm sad, I'm happy, I'm lucky, I'm unlucky; I'm a million different things every day of the week. But I suppose OK is one of them.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
It' only then that I realize: Peter wasn't the one who needed to get over Genevieve. It was me. All this time with Peter, I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Fear drives us to do many things in our lives. For me, the fear of losing a loved one, and all those terrifying thoughts of what it’s like to be left behind and feel alone, drove me to conceive
Cecelia Ahern (PS, I Love You)
I thought that it was 'cause I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear. After CENTURIES of men looking at my tits in stead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the *DIVINE* right to stare at a man's BACKSIDE with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
Cecelia Ahern
So what would you have asked for if you won?” He doesn’t hesitate even one beat. “Your peanut butter chocolate cake with my name written in Reese’s Pieces.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
That’s how I’m feeling about everything these days: ugh. No.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Remember our wonderful memories, but please don't be afraid to make some more
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Don’t you fall in lust, I warned my dick. Don’t you fall in love, it warned me right back.
S.E. Harmon (P.S. I Spook You)
I look at Kitty, who's braiding Chris's hair in microbraids. She's being extra quiet so we forget she's here and don't kick her out. 'I think that as long as you're ready and it's what you want to do and you're protecting yourself, then it's okay and you should do what you want to do.' Margot says, 'Society is far too caught up in shaming a woman for enjoying sex and applauding a man. I mean, all of the comments are about how Lara Jean is a slut, but nobody's saying anything about Peter, and he's right there with her. It's a ridiculous double standard.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
He sighs a defeated kind of sigh that hurts my heart. “Goddamn it, Kavinsky.” “I’m sorry. I like you, too, John, I really do. I wish . . . I wish we got to go to that eighth grade formal.” And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. “I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either.” John looks over at me, his gaze steady. “But one day maybe it will be.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
Life is sexist. If you were to get pregnant, you’re the one whose life changes. Nothing of significance changes for the boy. You’re the one people whisper about. I’ve seen that show, Teen Moms. All those boys are worthless. Garbage!
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
To feel so known, so understood. It’s such a wonderful feeling.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You could do with a little less baking and a little more living life.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they're wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I like him in sweaters. I get the urge to cuddle and pet him like a stuffed animal.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You’re in love with love.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
society is far too caught up in shaming a woman for enjoying sex and applauding a man
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Allow yourself to get a little lost. By this I mean, get caught up in it, do things you wouldn't normally do — let it be an adventure. But not so lost that you can't find your way.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not.. There's no telling how long you will have them near.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Boys will be boys, but girls are supposed to be careful: of our bodies, of our futures, of all the ways people judge us.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near... It's the good-byes that are hard.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Don't let it happen to you, Lara Jean. Don't get too serious to where things can't go back. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart. Things feels like they'll be forever, but they aren't. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life--This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe--who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?
Jill McCorkle
P.S. I love the way you smile like you don’t realize you’re doing it. I love your perpetual bed head. I love the way you hold eye contact a moment longer than you need to. And I love your moon-gray eyes. So if you think I’m not attracted to you, Simon, you’re crazy.
Becky Albertalli (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda (Simonverse, #1))
Firsts are special.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
One thing God has spoken, two things have I heard: that you, O God, are strong, and that you, O Lord, are loving. (Ps. 62:11–12)
John Eldredge (Wild at Heart Revised and Updated: Discovering the Secret of a Man's Soul)
And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I hate goodbyes, but hating them is never a justification to stay.
Cecelia Ahern (Postscript (P.S. I Love You, #2))
So, how does he kiss?" I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Never read the comments, Covey! That's the first rule of-" "If you say 'Fight Club' to me right now, I will hang up on you.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
H. Jackson Brown Jr. (P.S. I Love You)
You’d always be mourning what once was. It would always be a little bit . . . less.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
To picture him, sitting at his desk at home, scribbling away with a pen and paper, endears him to me so completely. It gives me shivers. Currents of electricity from my scalp down to my toes.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
When you lose someone and it hurts, that's when you know the love was real.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Why couldn't she, at least just this once, suddenly find magical powers?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Ever hear the saying that you need to be scared to be brave?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You)
I like that I am needed, that I am beholden to somebody.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
What I really want to say is Peter will always pick Lara Jean over Genevieve.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
It's the good-byes that are hard.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Let's do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let's go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You treated her like garbage and now you decide you want her back.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I lie back down and close my eyes and imagine his arms are still around me, and that's how I fall asleep.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you for ever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after they're gone.
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
Nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if they were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you'd never experienced downs?
Cecelia Ahern (P.S. I Love You (P.S. I Love You, #1))
People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
It’s torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don’t know.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Under the blanket I find Margot’s hand and link my pinky with hers. “Sister swear.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
I can see now that it’s the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better. This discovery leaves me with an unsettling, queer sort of feeling in my chest for reasons I can’t explain.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we’d have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I’ll remember my whole life.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #2))
John nods. "So I gathered a bunch of sticks and some flowers and I arranged them into the letters FORMAL? in front of your window. But your dad came home while I was in the middle of it, and he thought I was going around cleaning people's yards. He gave me ten bucks, and I lost my nerve and I just went home.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
P.S.2. I have put in a new pen. And I love you because you aren't pompous like Dr. Carter . . . and I love you because you haven't got sticky-out ears like Johnny. And . . . the very best reason of all . . . I love you for just being Gilbert!
L.M. Montgomery
Colin, I hate to fulfill the Theorem, but I don't think we should be involved romantically. The problem is that I secretly in love with Hassan. I can't help myself. I hold your bony shoulder blades in my hands and think of his fleshy back. I kiss your stomach and I think of his awe-inspiring gut. I like you, Colin, I really do. But-I'm sorry. It's just not going to work. I hope we can still be friends. Sincerely, Lindsey Lee Wells P.S. Just kidding.
John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)
To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: HAPPY CHRISTMAS Have you gotten used to the time difference? Bloody hell,I can't sleep. I'd call,but I don't know if you're awake or doing the family thing or what. The bay fog is so thick that I can't see out my window.But if I could, I am quite certain I'd discover that I'm the only person alive in San Francisco. To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: I forgot to tell you. Yesterday I saw a guy wearing an Atlanta Film Festival shirt at the hospital.I asked if he knew you,but he didn't.I also met an enormous,hair man in a cheeky Mrs. Claus getup. he was handing out gifts to the cancer patients.Mum took the attached picture. Do I always look so startled? To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: Are you awake yet? Wake up.Wake up wake up wake up. To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: re: Are you awake yet? I'm awake! Seany started jumping on my bed,like,three hours ago. We've been opening presents and eating sugar cookies for breakfast. Dad gave me a gold ring shaped like a heart. "For Daddy's sweetheart," he said. As if I'm the type of girl who'd wear a heart-shaped ring. FROM HER FATHER. He gave Seany tons of Star Wars stuff and a rock polishing kit,and I'd much rather have those.I can't beleive Mom invited him here for Christmas. She says it's because their divorce is amicable (um,no) and Seany and I need a father figure in our lives,but all they ever do is fight.This morning it was about my hair.Dad wants me to dye it back, because he thinks I look like a "common prostitute," and Mom wants to re-bleach it.Like either of them has a say. Oops,gotta run.My grandparents just arrived,and Granddad is bellowing for his bonnie lass.That would be me. P.S. Love the picture.Mrs. Claus is totally checking out your butt. And it's Merry Christmas, weirdo. To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: [email protected] Was it a PROMISE RING? Did your father give you a PROMISE RING? To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: Re: HAHAHA! I am so not responding to that.
Stephanie Perkins (Anna and the French Kiss (Anna and the French Kiss, #1))
Do they desire to join me in thanksgiving when they hear how, by your gift, I have come close to you, and do they pray for me when they hear how I am held back by my own weight? ...A brotherly mind will love in me what you teach to be lovable, and will regret in me what you teach to be regrettable. This is a mark of a Christian brother's mind, not an outsider's--not that of 'the sons of aliens whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity' (Ps. 143:7 f.). A brotherly person rejoices on my account when he approves me, but when he disapproves, he is loving me. To such people I will reveal myself. They will take heart from my good traits, and sigh with sadness at my bad ones. My good points are instilled by you and are your gifts. My bad points are my faults and your judgements on them. Let them take heart from the one and regret the other. Let both praise and tears ascend in your sight from brotherly hearts, your censers. ...But you Lord...Make perfect my imperfections
Augustine of Hippo (Confessions)
(Golden Globe acceptance speech in the style of Jane Austen's letters): "Four A.M. Having just returned from an evening at the Golden Spheres, which despite the inconveniences of heat, noise and overcrowding, was not without its pleasures. Thankfully, there were no dogs and no children. The gowns were middling. There was a good deal of shouting and behavior verging on the profligate, however, people were very free with their compliments and I made several new acquaintances. Miss Lindsay Doran, of Mirage, wherever that might be, who is largely responsible for my presence here, an enchanting companion about whom too much good cannot be said. Mr. Ang Lee, of foreign extraction, who most unexpectedly apppeared to understand me better than I undersand myself. Mr. James Schamus, a copiously erudite gentleman, and Miss Kate Winslet, beautiful in both countenance and spirit. Mr. Pat Doyle, a composer and a Scot, who displayed the kind of wild behavior one has lernt to expect from that race. Mr. Mark Canton, an energetic person with a ready smile who, as I understand it, owes me a vast deal of money. Miss Lisa Henson -- a lovely girl, and Mr. Gareth Wigan -- a lovely boy. I attempted to converse with Mr. Sydney Pollack, but his charms and wisdom are so generally pleasing that it proved impossible to get within ten feet of him. The room was full of interesting activitiy until eleven P.M. when it emptied rather suddenly. The lateness of the hour is due therefore not to the dance, but to the waiting, in a long line for horseless vehicles of unconscionable size. The modern world has clearly done nothing for transport. P.S. Managed to avoid the hoyden Emily Tomkins who has purloined my creation and added things of her own. Nefarious creature." "With gratitude and apologies to Miss Austen, thank you.
Emma Thompson (The Sense and Sensibility Screenplay and Diaries: Bringing Jane Austen's Novel to Film)
I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own. But not so for Margot and Josh, with her so far away. If they don't talk now, the scar will only harden over time, it will calcify, and then they'll be like strangers who never loved each other, which is the saddest thought of all.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
YOU You are that song that plays rarely on the radio, But when it does I have to sing it out loud… You are the water that formed a puddle on a rainy day,that I played in, When I was only eight years old. You are the first snowfall of the season, And the reason I like the morning... You’re a single seashell that washed up onto the shore. You are my set of old medals Hidden deep in a drawer… You are the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the planets. You are the first breath of a baby just born. Eres una dandelion que encuentro, I pull, make a wish, then blow. You are the sunrise that I tried to paint after I woke up in Eilat. You give the nights its meaning… to dream, while others just sleep. You are my 3rd grade valentine, Read, frayed and loved a thousand times. Eres perfección envuelto en humildad… Eres oro, plata, y diamantes… Eres mi querido viejito Pooh, que nunca lo abandonare. You are my first time driving my brother’s Impala, When I was just fourteen. You are the name hidden deep inside my name… And I’m the fingers interlaced with yours. Eres el PS: I love you at the end la carta, Y yo soy el PS: I love you too. Somos el principio, el medio y la ultima palabra De mi libro final. Eternamente nosotros, nosotros, nosotros… Porque nosotros siempre es mejor Que solamente… yo… YOU
José N. Harris
Now he was gone. She said a silent prayer. Sent it up to heaven. Sam, if you can hear me, I hope you’ve got nice food where you are. Some vegetables like these. They’re meant to be good for you. So eat them all up, like I’m doing. When I die I’ll come and see you, and we’ll be together again. But for now I’m going to think of you safe and happy and playing knights with a friend. Love from Ella. Your sister. P.S. I got a good long turn with Godzilla today after we got here. Godzilla is very happy. P.P.S. I forgot, you never met Godzilla. He is a puppy and is very cute. He belonged to a boy called Joel who got killed by monkeys. I think the monkeys were sick. Monkeys are usually nice. At least in stories. P.P.P.S. Maybe you’ll meet Joel where you are. Say hello. He is nice. P.P.P.P.S. Good night, Sam. The others call you Small Sam. To me you’re just Sam—my brother. I miss you. I wish I was with you.
Charlie Higson
You couldn't just leave her?" "No," he says. "She's going through some shit right now. I'm just trying to be there for her. As a friend. That's it!" "Gosh, she really knows how to work you, Peter!" "It's not like that." "It's always like that. She pulls the strings and you just . . ." I dangle my arms and head like a marionette doll. Peter frowns. "That was mean." "Well, I feel mean right now. So watch out." "You're not mean, though. Not usually." "Why can't you just tell me? You know I won't tell anyone. I really want to understand it, Peter." "Because it's not for me to say. Don't try to make me tell you, because I can't." "She's just doing this to manipulate you. It's what she does." I hear the jealousy in my voice, and I hate it, I hate it. This isn't me.
Jenny Han (P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #2))
Darling Daddy, This is Rose. Saffy says everyone says it is Indigo's fault that their Head has two black eyes and a swelled-up nose. Love from Rose. P.S. Sarah who is here says to tell you love from wheelchair woman too. Rose's father telephoned especially to tell Rose not to call Sarah Wheelchair Woman. "That's what she called herself," protested Rose. "She thought of it! Aren't you worried about what I told you about Indigo and the Head?" "What?" asked Bill. "Oh that! Two black eyes and a swollen nose! I don't think I can believe that one, Rose darling!
Hilary McKay (Indigo's Star (Casson Family, #2))
Bianca, Since you keep running away from me at school, and, if I remember correctly, the sound of my voice causes you to have suicidal thoughts, I decided a letter might be the best way to tell you how I feel. Just hear me out. I’m not going to deny that you were right. Everything you said the other day was true. But my fear of being alone is not the reason I’m pursuing you. I know how cynical you are, and you’re probably going to come up with some snarky reply when you read this, but the truth is, I’m chasing you because I really think I am falling in love with you. You are the first girl who has ever seen right through me. You’re the only girl who has ever called me on my bullshit. You put me in my place, but, at the same time, you understand me better than anyone ever has. You are the only person brave enough to criticize me. Maybe the only person who looks close enough to find my faults—and, clearly, you’ve found many. I called my parents. They’re coming home this weekend to talk to Amy and me. I was afraid to do this at first, but you inspired me. Without you, I never could have done that. I think about you much more than any self-respecting man would like to admit, and I’m insanely jealous of Tucker—something I never thought I’d say. Moving on after you is impossible. No other girl can keep me on my toes the way you can. No one else makes me WANT to embarrass myself by writing sappy letters like this one. Only you. But I know that I’m right, too. I know you’re in love with me, even if you are dating Tucker. You can lie to yourself if you want, but reality is going to catch up with you. I’ll be waiting when it does… whether you like it or not. Love, Wesley p.s.: I know you’re rolling your eyes right now, but I don’t care. Honestly, it’s always been kind of a turn-on.
Kody Keplinger (The Duff (Hamilton High, #1))
Todd:I had him! His throat was there beneath my hand. No, I had him! His throat was there and now he'll never come again. Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush I keep telling you, Whats your rush? Todd: When? Why did I wait? You told me to wait - Now he'll never come again. There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And it's filled with people who are filled with shit And the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long... They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. No, we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs Lovett, even I! Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief We all deserve to die. And I'll never see Johanna No I'll never hug my girl to me - finished! Alright! You sir, how about a shave? Come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave. I will have vengenance. I will have salvation. Who sir, you sir? No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on! Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders. You sir! Anybody! Gentlemen now don't be shy! Not one man, no, nor ten men. Nor a hundred can assuage me. I will have you! And I will get him back even as he gloats In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats. And my Lucy lies in ashes And I'll never see my girl again. But the work waits! I'm alive at last! And I'm full of joy! ps. love the movie the performance that Johnny Depp did was amazing and he sang amazing.
Stephen Sondheim (Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street)
Apology Letter from the Brain Hey there. I’m sorry. OK? But can I say something? Look. I admit I wasn’t perfect. No one is perfect. That’s a fact. Speaking of facts, don’t you think we all need to take a minute and decide who is right and who is wrong? Every side is different; it’s just that my side seems more right. I’m not just saying that because it’s my side. I think a lot of other people would agree with me, given the chance. If I upset you in some way, please know that wasn’t my intention. I didn’t know how sensitive you were. It’s obvious I can set you off very easily. That’s not an insult; it’s just an observation. I think it would help if we talked about this more and argued about who was telling the truth. I would like to see you in person and tell you how the situation has affected me. I may use this opportunity to bring up other times you have hurt me in the past. If possible, I would like to hurt you back. Either way, I want to be in control. Until then, take care. And please, remember I reached out first. I remain, THE BRAIN Apology Letter from the Heart Hey there. I’m sorry. I’ve found it hard to tell you this, and I realize my apology may be too little or come too late. It is important for me to let you know that I am sorry for what I did or said or didn’t do or say. I was wrong. I make mistakes. I HATE that I made one with you. I’m reaching out because life goes by so fast and I just don’t want my one life to go by without expressing this to you. I want to do and be better. This apology is yours. Feel free to do whatever you want with it. My hope is that it gives you comfort, but my goal is that it doesn’t cause you any pain. Again, I am TRULY sorry. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Love, THE HEART P.S. I’m sorry.
Amy Poehler
In reality, the damned are in the same place as the saved—in reality! But they hate it; it is their Hell. The saved love it, and it is their Heaven. It is like two people sitting side by side at an opera or a rock concert: the very thing that is Heaven to one is Hell to the other. Dostoyevski says, 'We are all in paradise, but we won’t see it'…Hell is not literally the 'wrath of God.' The love of God is an objective fact; the 'wrath of God' is a human projection of our own wrath upon God, as the Lady Julian saw—a disastrous misinterpretation of God’s love as wrath. God really says to all His creatures, 'I know you and I love you' but they hear Him saying, 'I never knew you; depart from me.' It is like angry children misinterpreting their loving parents’ affectionate advances as threats. They project their own hate onto their parents’ love and experience love as an enemy—which it is: an enemy to their egotistic defenses against joy… Since God is love, since love is the essence of the divine life, the consequence of loss of this life is loss of love...Though the damned do not love God, God loves them, and this is their torture. The very fires of Hell are made of the love of God! Love received by one who only wants to hate and fight thwarts his deepest want and is therefore torture. If God could stop loving the damned, Hell would cease to be pure torture. If the sun could stop shining, lovers of the dark would no longer be tortured by it. But the sun could sooner cease to shine than God cease to be God...The lovelessness of the damned blinds them to the light of glory in which they stand, the glory of God’s fire. God is in the fire that to them is Hell. God is in Hell ('If I make my bed in Hell, Thou art there' [Ps 139:8]) but the damned do not know Him.
Peter Kreeft (Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Heaven-- But Never Dreamed of Asking)
October 17, 1946 D’Arline, I adore you, sweetheart. I know how much you like to hear that — but I don't only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you. It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you'll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing. But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and that I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you. I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together — or learn Chinese — or getting a movie projector. Can't I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the "idea-woman" and general instigator of all our wild adventures. When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true — you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else — but I want you to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive. I know you will assure me that I am foolish and that you want me to have full happiness and don't want to be in my way. I'll bet you are surprised that I don't even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can't help it, darling, nor can I — I don't understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don't want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real. My darling wife, I do adore you. I love my wife. My wife is dead. Rich. PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don't know your new address.
Richard P. Feynman
What rhymes with insensitive?” I tap my pen on the kitchen table, beyond frustrated with my current task. Who knew rhyming was so fucking difficult? Garrett, who’s dicing onions at the counter, glances over. “Sensitive,” he says helpfully. “Yes, G, I’ll be sure to rhyme insensitive with sensitive. Gold star for you.” On the other side of the kitchen, Tucker finishes loading the dishwasher and turns to frown at me. “What the hell are you doing over there, anyway? You’ve been scribbling on that notepad for the past hour.” “I’m writing a love poem,” I answer without thinking. Then I slam my lips together, realizing what I’ve done. Dead silence crashes over the kitchen. Garrett and Tucker exchange a look. An extremely long look. Then, perfectly synchronized, their heads shift in my direction, and they stare at me as if I’ve just escaped from a mental institution. I may as well have. There’s no other reason for why I’m voluntarily writing poetry right now. And that’s not even the craziest item on Grace’s list. That’s right. I said it. List. The little brat texted me not one, not two, but six tasks to complete before she agrees to a date. Or maybe gestures is a better way to phrase it... “I just have one question,” Garrett starts. “Really?” Tuck says. “Because I have many.” Sighing, I put my pen down. “Go ahead. Get it out of your systems.” Garrett crosses his arms. “This is for a chick, right? Because if you’re doing it for funsies, then that’s just plain weird.” “It’s for Grace,” I reply through clenched teeth. My best friend nods solemnly. Then he keels over. Asshole. I scowl as he clutches his side, his broad back shuddering with each bellowing laugh. And even while racked with laughter, he manages to pull his phone from his pocket and start typing. “What are you doing?” I demand. “Texting Wellsy. She needs to know this.” “I hate you.” I’m so busy glaring at Garrett that I don’t notice what Tucker’s up to until it’s too late. He snatches the notepad from the table, studies it, and hoots loudly. “Holy shit. G, he rhymed jackass with Cutlass.” “Cutlass?” Garrett wheezes. “Like the sword?” “The car,” I mutter. “I was comparing her lips to this cherry-red Cutlass I fixed up when I was a kid. Drawing on my own experience, that kind of thing.” Tucker shakes his head in exasperation. “You should have compared them to cherries, dumbass.” He’s right. I should have. I’m a terrible poet and I do know it. “Hey,” I say as inspiration strikes. “What if I steal the words to “Amazing Grace”? I can change it to…um…Terrific Grace.” “Yup,” Garrett cracks. “Pure gold right there. Terrific Grace.” I ponder the next line. “How sweet…” “Your ass,” Tucker supplies. Garrett snorts. “Brilliant minds at work. Terrific Grace, how sweet your ass.” He types on his phone again. “Jesus Christ, will you quit dictating this conversation to Hannah?” I grumble. “Bros before hos, dude.” “Call my girlfriend a ho one more time and you won’t have a bro.” Tucker chuckles. “Seriously, why are you writing poetry for this chick?” “Because I’m trying to win her back. This is one of her requirements.” That gets Garrett’s attention. He perks up, phone poised in hand as he asks, “What are the other ones?” “None of your fucking business.” “Golly gee, if you do half as good a job on those as you’re doing with this epic poem, then you’ll get her back in no time!” I give him the finger. “Sarcasm not appreciated.” Then I swipe the notepad from Tuck’s hand and head for the doorway. “PS? Next time either of you need to score points with your ladies? Don’t ask me for help. Jackasses.” Their wild laughter follows me all the way upstairs. I duck into my room and kick the door shut, then spend the next hour typing up the sorriest excuse for poetry on my laptop. Jesus. I’m putting more effort into this damn poem than for my actual classes.
Elle Kennedy (The Mistake (Off-Campus, #2))