Written In The Stars Alexandria Bellefleur Quotes

Life would be a lot better if we all spent a little more time staring at the stars.

Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn't know.

We are literally made of stardust." Moonlight danced off the tips of Elle's pale blond eyelashes and made her eyes twinkle. If anyone was made of star stuff, it was her.

I know how I feel and I'm five hundred percent certain that on a scale of one to ten, I want to be with you, exactly as you are, infinity.

Fun fact — the moon doesn't actually produce any light of its own. It reflects light from the sun, making it appear bright at night. So, if I look like the moon, I guess that means I'm reflecting the light thats around me.

The right person shouldnt complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it's cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you are too much or not enough exactly as you are.

Since when is love supposed to be convenient?

Elle was tired of everyone looking at her like she was a mess when she was just trying her best.

The way I see it, you can’t rush something you want to last forever.

Then I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?

She wanted all of Elle—the good, the bad, the messy.

He looks at you like you hung the moon.

I'd rather fail at something I love than succeed at something I don't.

Elle was technicolor chaos and the feelings she inspired in Darcy were a hazard straight out of Pandora’s box.

Christ on a cracker, couldn't a girl be horny in peace?

Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn’t know.

Oh my god. Don’t tell me you don’t know your Hogwarts house. Pottermore? The Sorting Hat Quiz? "When Darcy stared, Elle groaned and covered her face." You don’t do social media, you don’t believe in astrology, and now you don’t like Harry Potter. On behalf of our generation, I am offended, you rock dweller.

Love isn’t supposed to be quantifiable, relationships held up against one another, pitted against one another.

He'd fly her to the moon if it made her happy.

Because perhaps if she understood astrology, she'd understand Elle, and if she understood Elle perhaps, she'd be able to untangle what it was about her that she couldn't shake.

Eavesdropping was wrong, but she was weak.

But I think you’re right. With the right person, I don’t think it matters what you do or where you are.

Quit trying to marry me off like I’m some Regency spinster in one of your favorite Austen novels.” “Your name is Darcy.” “And I might be a single woman in possession of a good fortune, but I’m not in want of a wife.

There was no word that existed in the English language that meant the opposite of lonely. Some came closer than others, but nothing did justice to the feeling of someone looking into your eyes and connecting with you on a soul-deep level.

The sky was blue. The grass was green. Darcy was beautiful. Universally acknowledged truths.

There was no going back now. Not that he'd want to. He never wanted to go back. Not when he could go forward with Annie.

Why is that such a hard pill to swallow?" "Because you want to solve everything for everybody. Make everyone happy. You like to fix things, but some things aren't yours to fix.

Eventually, when those massive stars reach the end of their lives, they go out with a bang, a supernova so bright, so beautiful it drowns out all the other stars. And when they do, they throw out all those elements they created. That’s what we’re made of. We’ve got calcium in our bones and iron in our blood and nitrogen in our DNA . . . and all of that? It comes from those stars.” Elle’s eyes glistened, sparkling as bright as the stars she spoke of as she blinked and pointed up at the sky. “We are literally made of stardust.

Why she was so in knots over this impossible woman who had her head in the clouds and wore her heart on her sleeve. A woman with the world’s least refined palate and an inability to sit properly in a chair like a normal person.

Sunscreen and watermelon Jolly Ranchers, coconut and sunshine—even in the dead of winter Annie had always smelled like summer.

The last thing I want to do is harsh your vibe or rain on your parade, but I take no shit on your behalf.

Who takes care of you? - Elle ... You're doing a pretty good job of it. - Darcy

This was it. Boom. End game. A lifetime of butterflies.

If his heart was elastic, it had snapped in two.

I just . . . I love the nuances of language and all their quirks. Like how certain words exist in foreign languages and have no direct English equivalent. Meraki in Greek means, basically, to do something with love, but there’s no English word for it. The closest is ‘labor of love,’ but that sounds like you’re being put-upon. Meraki means to do something with pleasure, to pour your whole heart into a task or craft. Like putting all your love into a meal or a gift.” She ducked her chin and shrugged. “So, yeah. Translation would be my dream job. Puzzling out how to keep the text true even when it’s not easy. There’s a cultural component you can’t ignore without”—her lips curved—“losing something in translation.

What would it take to become someone Annie cared about? He wanted to find out everything there was to know about her, not just to prove her wrong about romance being dead, but to satisfy his own burning curiosity.

She wasn't even two feet from him but she might as well have been a million miles away already. He could see her, he was looking right at her, but it felt like he'd already lost her. If she had even been his to begin with.

Darcy should've wanted as far away from her as earthy possible and yet her laugh was infectious and made something warm bloom inside Darcy's chest like stubborn wildflowers poking up through cracks in the pavement, growing where they didn't belongs.

ELLE: i tried to heterotextualize my feelings for a while ELLE: in retrospect idk why ELLE: all part of the process i guess DARCY You what? "It took her a second to figure out what had confused Darcy." ELLE: apply hetero context to a super not straight situation ELLE: hetero + contextualize = heterotextualize DARCY: Huh. New word. Thanks for broadening my horizons. "Elle bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing." ELLE: i made it up ELLE (4:43 P.M.): but you’re welcome DARCY (4:45 P.M.): Of course.

I do love it. That big, demonstrative moment where nothing else matters but making sure the person you care about knows it. That you’re in. You’re all in and you want everyone to know, no matter how wild or risky it is. Weddings are like that. The vows are, at least.” Something about the soft look in Annie’s eyes, wistful almost, compelled him to keep going. To confess what he’d never told anyone before. “I don’t have a single memory of my mom and dad saying I love you to each other.” Annie made a soft noise, but he soldiered on, wanting to get this out. “Maybe those movies aren’t perfect, but for most of my life, they were the best proof I had that people could wind up happy together.

...but I'd rather fail at something I love than succeed at something I don't.

All her friends were settling down, and Margot? She had yet to find a brand of shampoo she liked well enough to commit to, let alone a whole person

You just whined at me." Annie cackled. "Oh my god. I'm dead. You're so fucked. I love it.

She looks at you like you hung the moon.

Quit trying to marry me off like I’m some Regency spinster in one of your favorite Austen novels.

Everything I learn about you makes me want to know more.

All her friends were settling down, and Margot? She had yet to find a brand of shampoo she liked well enough to commit to, let along a whole person.

All her friends were settling down, and Margot? She had yet to find a brand of shampoo she liked well enough to commit to, let alone a whole person.

An acquired taste.” Elle sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to keep it from doing something stupid like quivering. “Nothing I do is ever going to be good enough, is it?

There was only so much chafing a girl could handle, and Elle Jones had reached her limit.

Because when I’m around you, I lose my head.” “The feeling’s mutual. I told you, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

if you so much as make a single joke right now or butcher a playground nursery rhyme about trees and kissing and baby carriages, I'll let myself into your apartment and use your comic book collection as kindling. Capiche?

This didn’t feel like heartbreak, this was heartbreak. Darcy had miscalculated; she wasn’t falling, she’d fallen. She pressed a hand to her chest as if in doing so she could keep her heart from shattering entirely, but the damage was already done. Too late.

And no one remembers anything, because why should they? It's all online. When was the last time you remembered a friend's birthday without Facebook reminding you?" He frowned. "It's convenient." "Since when are friendships, let alone love, supposed to be convenient?

You're not in high school, for crying out loud." No, but sometimes Annie made him feel like he was. Like he was a kid discovering everything for the first time, things he'd never felt before. He liked it. He loved it, loved that everything with Annie felt shiny and new, like the sunlight streaming in through the window. Golden.

I'm a whole person. And the idea of needing to find someone to make you complete seems like bullshit to me. The right person shouldn't complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it's cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you're too much or not enough exactly as you are. - Margot

Maybe disappointment wasn't an inevitability. Maybe everything in her life so far had happened for a reason, the way it was supposed to. All those little disappointments, not the dead ends she'd thought, but turns she had to make, all leading her to something bigger, something better, something lasting, something real. Hers. A perfect convergence of being in the right place at the right time.

I knew I wasn't happy in Philadelphia, but I tried not to think about it. No one wants to think about how unhappy they are," she admitted. "I think... I think I've been settling for less than happy for so long that I'd forgotten what being happy really felt like." The smile she gave him started slow, almost shy, before brightening into something steady and sure. "Until I came here. You've been a huge part of that, Brendon.

The easier question wasn’t what she liked about Elle, but what she didn’t. Because Elle wasn’t perfect, there were things about her that drove Darcy up the wall, like how she never wore a jacket and would sometimes drop off in the middle of a sentence when a new thought flitted through her mind, but listing the things she loved about Elle was like asking her to count the stars in the sky. They’d be there all night and even then, it wouldn’t be enough time. “Her eyes

Lips covering Elle’s and fingers bunching in Elle’s hot pink sweater, Darcy threw herself off the cliff’s edge and let herself fall. Not to Earth, but toward Elle. Elle, who was magnetic and made it sound like nothing was impossible. That even gravity could be defied if Darcy simply believed. That even if she didn’t defy gravity, she could fall anyway and it would be okay because Elle would give Darcy a soft place to land. That Darcy could trust Elle with every fragile inch of herself.

Annie surveyed the boxes of board games stacked on the table. They had everything from Battleship to Cranium to Settlers of Catan, and even a game called Exploding Kittens. If this was a test, she wanted to pass, but she also didn’t want to risk life and limb, knowing how competitive Darcy and Brendon could get. “How about Scruples?” That sounded low risk. Margot grinned. “I like you.” Darcy shook her head. “We should finish with Scruples. I need more wine before I play that game.” Elle laughed. “Charades first?” “Fine.” Darcy dropped her head back against Elle’s thigh. “But we have to pick new teams.” “Normally Brendon and I partner up,” Margot explained. “It’s not safe to put those two”—she nodded at Darcy and Brendon—“on a team together. They’re ruthless.” “I replaced your coffee table, didn’t I?” Darcy arched a brow. “No harm, no foul.” “Brendon fell through the coffee table. It was scarring.” Margot shivered. “I thought we were going to have to drive him to the emergency room.

The easier question wasn’t what she liked about Elle, but what she didn’t. Because Elle wasn’t perfect, there were things about her that drove Darcy up the wall, like how she never wore a jacket and would sometimes drop off in the middle of a sentence when a new thought flitted through her mind, but listing the things she loved about Elle was like asking her to count the stars in the sky. They’d be there all night and even then, it wouldn’t be enough time. “Her eyes are my new favorite color and if you make fun of me for saying that I’ll

as if something inside her was stretching, making space. Growing pains. “Eventually, when those massive stars reach the end of their lives, they go out with a bang, a supernova so bright, so beautiful it drowns out all the other stars. And when they do, they throw out all those elements they created. That’s what we’re made of. We’ve got calcium in our bones and iron in our blood and nitrogen in our DNA . . . and all of that? It comes from those stars.” Elle’s eyes glistened, sparkling as bright as the stars she spoke of as she blinked and pointed up at the sky. “We are literally made of stardust.

She'd watched enough movies, listened to enough of her friends moon over magical kisses. She'd rolled her eyes at description of toes curling and breaths being snatched, of drowning in someone, that made it sound like a great time. Of hearts galloping like the hooves of a hundred wild horses and colors flashing prismatically behind close lids. She'd laughed at how two people pressing their mouths together could ever be described with the sort of near-orgasmic passion that usually required she have her pants off. [...] But kissing Brendon? That was a revelation. All those clichés? They didn't hold a candle to the way his lips turned her body into a living, breathing live wire of sensation.

Elle’s throat jerked, her lips pressed together. “No, it’s the opposite. When I’ve had a crappy week, I come out here and look at the stars and I remember being six years old and watching my first meteor shower on a family camping trip and feeling awe like I’d never felt before. Stars shooting through the sky, it was like . . . it was magic. Carl Sagan said we’re made of star stuff and it’s true, you know? Stars, the really big ones, don’t just make carbon and oxygen but they keep burning and burning and burning and that burning produces alpha elements like nitrogen and sulfur, neon and magnesium all the way up to iron. It’s called supernova nucleosynthesis. Say that five times fast.” Elle laughed and Darcy’s chest ached

Before this moment, she’d never realized what a lonely job it was, protecting a fragile heart.

Fun fact—the moon doesn’t actually produce any light of its own. It reflects light from the sun, making it appear bright at night. So, if I look like the moon, I guess that means I’m reflecting the light that’s around me.

what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn’t know.

Elle looked like she'd been draped in the night sky, dipped in starlight.

Sparks either fizzled, or they caught fire and burned you. Badly. No, thank you.

That would suck, don’t get me wrong, but I’d rather fail at something I love than succeed at something I don’t.

casual was beginning to grate. She’d ban it from her vocabulary if she could, scrap it altogether. Screw casual.

I’d never ask you who you care about more because you care about us differently and I believe love is one of those things that doesn’t run out.

It’s all right here. Written in the stars. I’m merely an interpreter.

I sold my car when I moved here,” Darcy admitted. Margot rolled her eyes. “Then I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?” Darcy stared because, shit, that actually sounded awful.

But who’s best for her isn’t up to me to decide. I pour the drinks and feed her ice cream and hold her hand when she cries and yeah, I give my opinion and plenty of advice, but Elle can make her own decisions. For whatever reason, she wants you. But so help me god, if you break her heart again, I will slash your tires, Darcy Lowell.

Leaning in, she brushed her lips against Elle's and it was like striking a match, that spark she'd refused to acknowledge catching flame with the slightest friction of lips on lips.

Elle's chest squeezed, wishing Darcy didn't have to act like she liked her.

If you don't believe in love, what's left to believe in?

Getting to know Elle, being in close proximity with her. It was too much, made it hard for her to think, made her want things she had no business craving with Elle.

They're really pretty. Your eyes, I mean.

She wasn't going to think about how smooth Elle's skin, her thigh, had felt beneath that table, how she'd wanted to stay hidden by the tablecloth. She wasn't going to think about how Elle's breath had tickled her neck during that hug or how Elle's lip had brushed her jaw as she lowered back down from where she'd risen up on her tippy-toes and flung her arms around Darcy's neck.

Elle had a flashback to when her pretty fifth-grade teacher put gold stars on all her best work.

Virgo—Love Actually’s cue cards

Because letting Brendon get to know her meant letting him in. It meant trusting him with a million left facts, all the haphazard pieces of herself, and hoping he'd remember them all. You couldn't be disappointed when someone forgot your middle name if they didn't know your middle name. You couldn't be upset when someone forgot your favorite food or how you felt about your job if you never told them to begin with. You couldn't be disappointed when someone stopped caring if you never expected them to in the first place. Rejections always stung, but nothing hurt quite as badly as sharing pieces of yourself, trusting someone with your heart, and then being cast aside when you cared more than they did.

Would it be so bad? Letting him get to know you?” Yes. It wasn’t just a bad idea. It was the worst idea. Because letting Brendon get to know her meant letting him in. It meant trusting him with a million little facts, all the haphazard pieces of herself, and hoping he’d remember them all. You couldn’t be disappointed when someone forgot your middle name if they didn’t know your middle name. You couldn’t be upset when someone forgot your favorite food or how you felt about your job if you never told them to begin with. You couldn’t be disappointed when someone stopped caring if you never expected them to in the first place. Rejections always stung, but nothing hurt quite as badly as sharing pieces of yourself, trusting someone with your heart, and then being cast aside when you cared more than they did.

Darcy stared at their hands, her fingers longer, making Elle’s hand look tiny. Elle was a force, a larger-than-life hurricane of a human; her hands were too small, too delicate for someone who’d come crashing her way into Darcy’s life with all the finesse of a wrecking ball.

How was Vancouver?” She wrapped her hand around Darcy’s wrist and tugged her across the room, stopping when they reached the couch. She took a seat, tucking her legs under her. “Come on, spill.” Darcy joined her, leaning back and crossing her legs demurely at the ankle. “Beautiful. We had a lot of fun exploring. Elle wanted to go see the H. R. MacMillan Space Centre, which is an astronomy museum. They have an observatory and”—she chuckled—“the Cosmic Courtyard. They do live demonstrations and you can touch one of the only five touchable moon rocks on the planet. It’s mostly for kids, field trips, that sort of thing, but you should’ve seen Elle’s face.” Darcy should’ve seen her own face. When she talked about Elle, her eyes turned soft and her mouth curled fondly, her voice taking on this incredibly sweet tone Annie had never heard from her before. She shoved Darcy lightly. “You’re in love.” “Yeah, yeah.” Darcy reached inside her pocket and withdrew her phone. She swiped at the screen and turned it toward Annie. “They had a photo op. Elle made me.” On the screen was a picture of Elle and Darcy with their faces poking through the helmets of two astronaut suits. Annie chortled. “Looks like you had a good time.” Darcy tucked her phone away and nodded.

He didn’t begrudge anyone their happiness; the opposite, in fact. But he wanted the same, what Katie and Jian had. Darcy and Elle. The way they looked at each other was nothing short of magic, like everyone else faded away when their eyes met across the room.

Elle drew first, her smile immediate. “Okay. Everyone ready?” Margot and Darcy nodded, both sitting up straighter. Brendon’s thumb hovered over the timer on his phone. “And . . . go!” he said, starting the clock. Immediately, Elle pointed upward. “Ceiling!” “Roof!” “Sky?” Margot guessed. Elle bounced on her toes, grinning, gesturing for them to keep going. “Sky . . . sky . . . stars?” Margot said. Elle clapped her hands and nodded. She made a fist and punched at the air. “Fight?” She frowned and bobbed her head from side to side. With her thumb and forefinger, she made a gun, shooting at some invisible enemy. “Shoot? Fire?” Darcy guessed. As if holding a baseball bat, Elle swung, then stepped back, nearly tripping over the rug as she parried an imaginary blow. “Battle! War! Star Wars!” Darcy screamed. Elle shrieked and threw herself at Darcy. One point to the opposing team.

Okay. This one’s easy. I want to get it over with.” Margot shoved the paper in her back pocket and took the floor. She stuck one arm out in front of her, then the next, before flipping her right arm palm side up, then the left. Darcy laughed. “Oh! It’s the—” “Shh!” Elle snickered. “I’m confused. Keep going, Mar.” Margot rolled her eyes and cycled through the entire Macarena, Elle laughing the whole time. Lips curved in a grin, but her eyes locked on the timer, Darcy called out the guess when there were ten seconds left. Ever cautious. “I hate you both,” Margot said, collapsing back in her chair with a put-upon sigh.

Darcy turned to Elle, brows raised, clearly looking for help. “Landlords suck,” Elle muttered, avoiding Darcy’s eyes. “Wow.” Darcy tutted. “That is the point of the game.” “All in favor of switching over to Monopoly?” Margot asked. Predictably, one hand rose. Darcy’s. “All opposed?” Everyone else raised a hand. Elle lifted both and blew Darcy a kiss.

Annie stared, because wow, she hadn’t expected Elle to come out and just say it. Elle winced, one eye shutting. “Shoot. Was that too blunt?” Annie laughed, recovering from her shock. “Blunt? Yes. Too blunt? No. I like that you say what’s on your mind. It’s . . . refreshing.” Elle cackled. “That’s one way to put it. My lack of a brain-to-mouth filter drives Darcy up the wall.” “No way. She loves it.” Elle worried her bottom lip. “Did she tell you that?” “She didn’t have to,” Annie said. “I know Darcy.” Most days, she was convinced she knew Darcy better than she knew herself. And vice versa. Elle continued to look skeptical.

Elle’s eyes were bright and glassy from laughing. “And the rest is history?” “Well, the rest is that Darcy ignored me for three days because I ruined her perfect record—and honestly, what kind of middle schooler is concerned about their record?” “Darcy.” Elle’s smile softened. “Darcy.” She nodded.

She circled the rim of her cup with her finger. “Things. Mom and Dad things. Grandma things. Natasha things. Elle things.” She lifted her eyes, her gaze unguarded. “I love Elle. A lot. And I don’t want whatever baggage I’m carrying around that I don’t even know about to jeopardize our relationship. So yes, I decided it would be wise for me to see someone.

DARCY (6:03 P.M.): Where are you? Elle and Margot are getting restless. They’re attempting to coerce me into having my aura photographed. DARCY (6:03 P.M.): My *aura*, Brendon.

Elle reached inside a cabinet, withdrawing an assortment of cups, none of them matching. She placed his favorite, a cup resembling a mock Holy Grail, in front of him. “We’ve got the usual suspects. Wine, water, and . . .” She shut one eye, thinking. “Coffee.” “Water works, thanks.” “Oh! We might have hot chocolate but it’s the kind without the marshmallows.” “No, you have the ones with marshmallows. They’re behind your coffee filters, beside the box of apple cider packets that expired in 2014.” Darcy stepped inside the kitchen, posting up against the counter.

Margot deliberated for a minute, lips pursed and eyes narrowed behind her lenses. “All right. But choose wisely. I’ll judge you if you pick something stupid like Candy Land.” “Hey! I love Candy Land,” Elle argued. “Who here can say they don’t have a little bit of a crush on Queen Frostine?” Everyone stared at her. “Fine, no Candy Land.” Elle sank back into the couch, pouting.

Life’s too short to waste on what-ifs and regrets. Life should be lived to the fullest. Quit school. Take a weird job. Pursue your passion. Ask the girl out.” She looked at Annie askance. “Or guy.” Her lips curved upward. “Or girl.” Elle’s smile brightened and she held out a hand. “Bi five.” Annie laughed and gave Elle a high five.

Before she could open her camera, she noticed a notification and swiped to open it. Elle had tagged her in a photo on Instagram. She frowned because she wasn’t in the photo. Elle had snapped a picture selfie-style of her, Margot, Darcy, and Brendon seated around the coffee table, where Monopoly was spread out. Annie tapped the photo and pressed her lips together, her eyes watering viciously. Elle had tagged her on the empty cushion beside Brendon. His arms were resting casually on his knees and his smile was the brightest thing in the photo. She could hear his throaty chuckle when she shut her eyes, knew exactly how his lips felt curving against her mouth in that same grin. The caption read, The gang’s all here minus @anniekyriakos. We miss you!