The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love. — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement “Stitch, — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Waiting for Vengeance' Well, what is this? What am I coming to? And beyond that, what am I gonna do? Now there’s blankness Where… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“It’s like an ache, how much I miss them. How much I miss her. I’m so tired of missing things I don’t have” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out. This whole night has been… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“We drank Pepsi out of these old-fashioned bottles that Dad had found at some ancient country store, and I swear they tasted better than… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Pero si voy a sobrevivir, no puedo nunca, jamás volver a repasar este día.” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't. — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Do you honestly think that where you’re buried has any bearing on where your spirit lives?” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
