The Soulmate Equation Quotes

I haven’t been home in years, but I feel that way with you.

Destiny could also be a choice, she realized. To believe or not, to be vulnerable or not, to go all in or not.

Statistics can't tell us what will happen, they can only tell us what might happen.

I realize your default energy level is Cardboard Cutout, but I can’t get to know you if you don’t speak.

I generally want to commit a felony when I see him. I'm not sure that's a sign of romantic compatibility.

Empty companionship was lonelier than being alone.

I realize that I’m easy to leave, but I was hoping you were better than that.

Speaking to him is like having a conversation with a grouchy calculator.

I want to be here to bring you coffee. I want to take you out to dinner and order the same food and hear you recite the odds that we would have met. I want to hate-attend fancy social events together.” Jess laughed, a surprised burst of sound, and his tone softened. “I want you to call me for help—without an apology already on the tip of your tongue. I want to feel like I can kiss you again by your car at the end of the night.” He swallowed. “I want you in my bed.

Best friend bat signal.

Think Mr. Darcy, but without the lovely proclamations.

Ladies and gentlemen: her soulmate.

Good night, Jessica Marie and Juno Merriam. Good night, River Nicolas.

Unraveled and bare, Jess knew in her bones that he was her ninety-eight.

It hit her in a sharp, startling truth: her whole life she had been put together wrong in one tiny, invisible, and critical way. And having that piece altered just enough for it to slide into place suddenly changed everything.

The two syllables of his name tattooed a permanent echo inside her.

I’d suspect most people comment on your eyes,” he said quietly, running a fingertip across her collarbone. “That startling, bright blue.” Surely he could feel her heart scaling her windpipe. He didn’t seem to remember there was anyone else in the room. “But I prefer your mouth.” “You do?” Jess managed. “I do,” he said, and bent, kissing her forehead. “You don’t give those smiles away for free.

I wasn’t thinking of this roomful of people when I put the cologne on earlier. I was thinking of you.

Fondness warmed his gaze from the inside out, as if he was seeing exactly the person he wanted to see.

My husband says spring will be early. He says this every year, And every year I disagree. He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation. Together we make the equinox.

But come on. I know you well enough to know that you’re not carrying baggage.” He was holding her gaze, and she felt physically unable to look away. “You’ve chosen your circumstances, Jess. I like that about you. You take what you want and leave the rest behind. You decide.

He said that?” Fizzy whispered, wary of the small but excellent ears in the other room. “He actually said the words ‘I want you in my bed’? Just like that?” Jess nodded. “With eye contact?” “Steady, ardent, I’m-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-find-religion eye contact,” Jess confirmed.

Steady, ardent, I’m-going-to-fuck-you-until-you-find-religion eye contact

LIFE=UNCONDITIONAL LOVE If you can feel this equation. I said IF you can FEEL this equation you can solve any mystery of life..

Just keep telling me pretty and it'll be fine. Oh and wine. Wine will help.

Youngest children are usually less ‘intense,’ ” she said with a smile, using his own description against him. “You uptight perfectionists tend to be oldest children.

Scientists are often pretty critical of other scientists and what we choose to do with our time and knowledge.

Holy shit. Why did I pick such a sedentary job? When the zombies come, I am screwed.

I find it soothing that numbers don’t lie.” “But they can be misleading.” “Only if you don’t know what to look for.

Destiny could also be a choice, she’d realized. To believe or not, to be vulnerable or not, to go all in or not.

The conversation flowed. The silences were easy. She hadn't spilled anything down her shirt and he'd called her competent. It was the best date she'd had in seven years.

I want you to call me for help -- without an apology already on the tip of your tongue. I want to feel like I can kiss you again by your car at the end of the night." He swallowed. "I want you in my bed.

The surface of love was a feeling, but beyond this thin layer, there was a fathomless, winding maze of caverns offering many places to see and explore. Wren used to think romantic passion only grew more intense in the depths. But this belief was naive and impractical, a by-product of a certainty-obsessed culture that equates love with longing and views ambivalence as a fatal flaw. Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were not theoretical and found. They were tangible, built.

her outside matched her inside, she would look like a Picasso sculpture: head sideways, nose where her eyes should be, eyes on her chin.

Natalia texted me already that they both adored you, and if I mess this up, they'll neuter me." "Please don't mess mess it up. You have such a big, beautiful... personality. And being neutered would be kind of a downer." "I'm glad you have such a fondness for my personality." "A soft spot, one might even say.

Don't make every decision a chess game

You’ve chosen your circumstances, Jess. I like that about you. You take what you want and leave the rest behind. You decide.

Destiny could also be a choice, she realised. To believe or not, to be vulnerable or not, to go all in or not.

I haven't been home in years, but I feel that way with you.

Biological compatibility is independent of whether or not we like each other.

I realize your default energy level is Cardboard Cutout,

She was pretty in a journalist sort of way, which was to say she had the luxury of never being the subject of her own story.

I want to be here to bring you coffee. I want to take you out to dinner and order the same food and hear you recite the odds that we would have met. I want to hate-attend fancy social events together.

I’M HIDING IN the bathroom, crying on the toilet,” she said when Fizzy answered an hour later. Jess’s friend barked out a laugh and an “Aww, I love it when you ignore boundaries. Usually that’s my wheelhouse.

This section of the book would be remiss if we didn’t mention Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. BTS has been a brilliant ray of sunshine in this gloomy, tragic year, and we adore the members as if they were our own family. Enough said. ARMY knows how it is, and we purple you.

Yes, you have Nana and Pops, you have a great kid, you have me. I am here for you every day, for forever, but please, Jess. It isn’t the same. You’re talking about wanting to have someone to come home to, to talk to, and yeah—to get naked with. It isn’t selfish to want that. You aren’t somehow putting Juno second by occasionally putting your needs first. Juno needs a happy mom.

I'm just thinking. Someone asked me to do something and I'm not sure whether I should." Now Juno frowned. "Is it bad?" "No. Not bad." Purring, the cat climbed up onto Juno's chest. "Is someone going to get hurt?" "I hope not," Jess said. "I don't think so." "Do you feel unsafe?" Jess bit her lips, trying to hold in a charmed laugh, This kid was repeating exactly what she would say if their positions were reversed. "No." Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to her head. "I don;t feel unsafe." Once she sat up again, her daughter pinned her with a stern look. "Will you be lying?" You're an important part of our research study, one-half of a score we need to validate - our invalidate - our binning paradigm prior to launch. She shook her head. "I won't be lying." Juno set her book on the nightstand and scooped up Pigeon before snuggling them both down into her comforter. "Would you learn something?" Jess felt an intense pulse of pride in her kid, and the knee-jerk negative answer evaporated in her mouth. Because... maybe she would.

You have such a crush on Americano," Fizzy said. "Do you realize you watch him whenever he comes in here?" "Maybe I find his demeanor fascinating." Fizzy let her eyes fro to his ass, currently hidden by a navy coat. "We're calling it his 'demeanor' now?" She bent, writing something in the Idea Notebook she kept near her laptop.

Potassium and oxygen went on a date", Johan said grinning as their game started rolling. "It went OK" Dotty groaned just as Jess said,"That one is cute." "I wish I was adenine," River said, and winked down at her. "Then I could get paired up with U

Not yet.” Jess leaned forward, taking his hands and pulling them into her lap. “Do you remember that time Nana bought us all gardening gloves and didn’t realize the ‘floral print’ was actually marijuana?” “The way she kept insisting it was a Japanese maple.” His shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “And Junebug still pointing out ‘Nana’s favorite plant’ whenever she sees one on a T-shirt or a sign.

My social boner is pretty limp right now.

she was absolutely the happiest aspect of my childhood.

Sometimes I wonder if you’re answering my questions,” Jess grumbled, “or continuing an ongoing conversation in your head.

The surface of love was a feeling, but beyond this thin layer, there was a fathomless, winding maze of caverns offering many places to see and explore. Wren used to think romantic passion only grew more intense in the depths. But this belief was naive and impractical, a by-product of a certainty-obsessed culture that equates love with longing and views ambivalence as a fatal flaw. Wren saw now how passion was delicate and temporary, a visitor, a feeling that would come and go. Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will. Soulmates, like her and Lewis, were not theoretical and found. They were tangible, built.

I generally want to commit a felony when i see him.

A friendly librarian,” Fizzy said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes. “The worst kind.

I realise that I'm easy to leave, but I was hoping you were better than that.

I realise your default energy level is Cardboard Cutout, but I can't get to know you if you don't speak.

Her whole life she had been put together wrong in one tiny, invisible, and critical way. And having that piece altered just enough for it to slide into place suddenly changed everything.

I haven’t felt like this before—this type of intense, free-falling happiness that doesn’t carry with it any unease or uncertainty about me and Ethan and what we’re feeling. I’ve never adored someone with such heated abandon, and something tells me he hasn’t, either.

—Y todo esto cuesta dinero. —Jess pasa una mano por el cuero flexible—. ¿Cuántos riñones crees que vale un sillón como este? —Sacó su teléfono y escribió en el buscador, boquiabierta por los resultados—. Según Google, el ratio actual de un solo riñón es de $262,000. ¿Por qué estoy trabajando? Puedo vivir con un solo riñón, ¿verdad?

I generally want to commit a felony when I see him,” Jess said, a butter knife held in front of her. “I’m not sure that’s a sign of romantic compatibility.

Was she being unfair? His entire world had come apart, but she could only focus on all the shrapnel he left in her.

He has a gold tooth,’ Mom adds. ‘But I’m sure he’s good at his job.

Why are you making that face?” she asked. “What face?” Juno ran a finger across her forehead. “The one Auntie Fizzy can’t make anymore because of the Botox.

But I bet there’s really only one person like your mom anywhere in the world.

Are you hitting on me?” “It sounds like I am.” He seemed as surprised as she was. “Do we even like each other?