“I can see some of the roses still blooming in my mother´s garden. Brown on the edges and bright in other colors, their petals drooping downward, dying just as their lives have begun. They stayed past their time, and I´ve… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share Image
“Finny never tells anyone how he is feeling; you just have to know him well enough to understand when he is sad or scared.… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“I love him in a way I cannot define, as if my love were an organ within my body that I could not live… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“This book is a treasure; I did not suspect it would be so good when I picked it up, but now I can feel… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“I want to savor this wonder, this happening of loving a book and reading it for the first time, because the first time is… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“Just because something seems impossible doesn´t mean that you shouldn´t try.” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“They don’t see that her tension and perfection are the only things holding her together.” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“The wind shakes the leaves and I have a sudden urge to go outside. The gray world out there looks inviting, velvety and cool.” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“I want to pull Finny out of my mind like a splinter so that I can adore Jamie the way he deserves to be… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“There just isn't a way for two people on a bed to take off their jeans without being awkward and embarrassing. But it can… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“And the need to write it down overwhelms me and I step out of the shower, dripping and shivering.” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“I've loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn't change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“Finn, it's high school. It's an ecosystem, and you just stot right to the top of the food pyramid!” — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
“I lay on my bed in late afternoon, watching a patch of light move across the floor, my throat tight, my body still. This… — Laura Nowlin Copy Share
