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I didn't know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it.
Miss Peregrine's Home for Children by Ransom Riggs (page 199; Jacob)
This memory. I will only have this. I will always have this.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 321; A)
I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrapbook of everything we've done. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 321; A)
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 320; A)
She holds me. She holds me so hard there's no thought in it of letting go.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 319; A)
I want him to remember how it feels to hold her. I want him to remember how it feels to share the world with her. I want him, someone inside, to remember how much I love her. And I want him to learn to love her in his own way, having nothing to do with me.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 319; A)
It's goodbye to somethings. And hello to others.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 319; A)
When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways. I have no such consolation. This is why I cling so hard. This is why this is so hard.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 317; A)
Everything is in its right place, and my heart wants to believe this can always be true. My heart wants to make it true, even as something darker tugs it away.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 314; A)
We're in a bedroom, and there's bed. But that's not the reason why I brought her here.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 314; A)
No past. No future. Just present. Give it a chance.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 311; Rhiannon)
Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 309; A)
Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but clearly I'm not.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 304; A)
Before we say goodbye, she kisses me with everything she has. And I try to kiss her back with everything I want. This is the nice note, I can't help thinking. But just like a sound, as soon as the note hits the air, it begins to fade.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 302; A)
It's easy to say, because it never has to be true.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 302; A)
Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 302; Rhiannon)
If there were no one else involved, it would be an easy choice. But isn't that always the case? And there's always someone else involved.
Everyday by David Levithan (page 294; A)