“One of the things I love about books is being able to define and condense certain portions of a character's life into chapters. It's intriguing, because you can't do this with real life. You can't ...”

“I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held ...”

“You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me? Is that usually what you do when youre attracted to guys? I shake my head. Not your face, your dimple. And no. Youre the only guy Ive ever had ...”

“I'm really hoping hes being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. Hes the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. I...”

“No, Sky. You didn't tell her everythingyou told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that...”

“The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before y...”

“He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.”

“Thats the attractive thing about war, said Rosewater. Absolutely everybody gets a little something.”

“They have a special confidence in Christ, plus thoughtfulness plus faithfulness plus humility: for there are no things, in all creation, more beautiful, more rare than the so very disciplined and f...”

“One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you dont. And it feels like ...”

“My father gave me a ruined boy to compensate for the fact that he does not love me. The boy is fragile, brokenbroke himselfbroke everything.I asked him why he did it. He said because the world was ...”

“My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time,...”

“It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.”

“Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?''None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.”

“She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.”