“I like you,” he says. My body is rigid. “And I don’t mean as a friend.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“A gorgeous boy is in love with you, and you're not even gonna try to make it work?” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“But what? You love him, he loves you and you're in the most romantic city in the world.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistake. He fell… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“When two people are in love, it’s supposed to work. It has to work. No matter how difficult the circumstances are.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Love can be so strange and sad. It can be hard to understand why we run toward certain people and away from… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Our fingers are in each other's hair, and his breath is in the hallow of my neck, and I wish the world… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“It's a physical sickness. Étienne. How much I love him. I love Étienne. I love that the accent over his first name… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“I wasn't being a git. I wasn't even being a twat, or a wanker, or any of your other bleeding Briticisms -” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“You said on my birthday that you were afraid of being alone, but I’ve been here this whole time. This whole time.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“Lola: Do you think things have to be easy? For it to work? Cricket: NO. I mean, yes, but... sometimes there are... extenuating circumstances.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“Thanks. I forgot how to flip off the English. I'll use the correct hand gesture next time." "My pleasure. Always happy to educate.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don't like Dave. Do I like Dave?” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper. "Are you getting your ax?" "Handcuffs." "Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“And, suddenly, I want to touch him. Not a push, or a shove, or even a friendly hug. I want to feel the creases… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“My face is round, and my cheeks are pinchable, and my ears stick out farther than I'd like.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
“I'm a little distracted by this English French American Boy Masterpiece.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share
