“I tilt my head and look at him. He's watching me, but I can't tell what his face is trying to convey.… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“The sky is always beautiful. Even when it's dark or rainy or cloudy, it's still beautiful to look at. It's my favourite… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Do me a favor?” Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to, so long as you’re shirtless. ” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Hi," he says simply. I laugh. "Hi." He looks around the room nervously before his eyes fall back to mine. "Is that… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“No matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Your name. That’s all I want.” I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.” He smiles at me… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I'm not even going to tell you what I think about what just happened in there. But I know it sucked and… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Want me to run with you?” he asks, nudging his head toward the sidewalk behind me. Yes, please. “No, it’s fine.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I'm really hoping he’s being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Time to go,” he says. “I already see this heading somewhere I’m too drunk to go right now. I’ll see you tomorrow… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“What time should I come stalk you tomorrow?” “Six-thirty?” She says breathlessly. “Six-thirty sounds good.” Six-thirty is my new favorite time of… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he’s not a good person, yet my body doesn't… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Warren returns from his room and sits back down at the table. "I walked away for dramatic effect," he says. "I wasn't… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Now I know it’s because somewhere in my mind, I still harboured hatred and fear for that man, so it was just… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Let me inform you of something,” he says in a low voice. “The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I stop stretching and face him, unwilling to back down from this visual standoff. I'm not going to let him perform his… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“You're in love with her, aren't you?" I pause. Am I? I sign and clasp my hands behind my head, not sure… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I turn and look at them, at both halves of my heart, cuddled tightly together in a bed of irony.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“ When I walked into your room and sat down beside you on the bed, I felt it. I felt you give… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Someone asked them a question about their poetry, and whether it was hard having to relive their words each time they performed.… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Some people they grow wiser as they grow older. Unfortunately, most people just grow older.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I tilt my head and look at him. He's watching me, but I can't tell what his face is trying to convey. If I… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“We'll either come to a mutual understanding of one another, or he's going to kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces and… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“The sky is always beautiful. Even when it's dark or rainy or cloudy, it's still beautiful to look at. It's my favourite thing because… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Ridge: Oh, and btw, I didn't write that on your forehead. What? I run to the dresser and look in the mirror for the… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“That's all I need," I say. "Well...I need the lamp. And the astray. And the remote control. And the paddleball game. And you, Dean… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
