“What do you think about when you can't sleep? Sometimes I think about the ocean. I can see it lapping on the shore, waves rolling in one after the other, washing over the sand, never stopping. That's what usually puts… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“What do you think about when you can't sleep? Sometimes I think about the ocean. I can see it lapping on the shore, waves… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“We'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd give each other everything we could.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“He stared at my wet hair. "You been under that fucking waterfall again?" "Not today." I didn't get why it bothered him so much,… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“I didn't know how to act; whether to make eye contact, how long to look at her, how close to walk. I didn't talk… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Once you're out here in the world, nobody cares where you used to live. Who you are, that's what counts.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Más tarde le pregunté por qué me había dejado acercarme a ella. —Porque tú eras el único que no quería que me callara —dijo.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“But we'd only had so many nights together, and the notebook had so many pages, and the world was never going to get bigger.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“—Lees mucho ¿no es así? —No era una pregunta—. Ven a reunirte con el resto de nosotros en el mundo real para variar. —Tú… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“La Dra. Briggs siempre decía que si me iba de un lugar tendría que llegar a otro, y el dolor me seguiría dondequiera que… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Even thought you've been acting like a jerk all night, you're still here. I could tell you were angry. So you're angry; at least… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Believe me," he said, pointing his finger at me like a gun, "no good comes from lying about what you really want.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Like I told you on Thanksgiving, pretending is a lousy way to get through life.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“But we'd had only so many nights together, and the notebook had only so many pages, and that world was never going to get… — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, almost getting what you want is worse than never coming close.” — Jennifer R. Hubbard Copy Share Image
