“But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“When I come back, the club is packed. There's hardly any standing room. Anna snagged a wooden bar stool, one of the… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“We used to hang out all the time. St. Clair and me.But after you arrived,I hardly saw him. He'd sit next to… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“They blinked in the dusk of the setting sun, a reminder that light was a recurring state.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home. — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, "Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“What are you doing here?" He takes a deep breath. "I came for you." "And how on EARTH did you know I… — 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
“Is that...the Looney Tunes theme?" Mer and St. Clair cock their ears. "Why,yes.I believe it is," St. Clair says. "I heard 'Love… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends… — 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
“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
“I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“She rests her hand on the ruffled costume beside her. “Just answer this one question. My brother never got over you. Did… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Not always getting what you want, but sometimes getting what you need.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. “Please stop apologizing, Étienne.” “Say my name again,” he… — 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
“Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“The realization is surprising, but the one that follows stuns me even more. I'm not in love with him anymore. Instead, looking… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don't like Dave. Do I like Dave?” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
