Gayle Forman Quotes

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

Every fiction has its base in fact.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

I’ve since come to understand that the universe operates on the same general equilibrium theory as markets.It never gives you something without making you pay for it somehow.

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.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

It's not that people like sad movies that make us feel like, "Oh, my god, what a bummer." We like emotionally moving experiences, where you feel like a slightly different person and you see the world a little different, after you finish. It lets you see your own life, in a different way, and it actually makes you feel really good. And even though there might be sad content making this happen, the feeling that you're left with is one that is quite good, quite hopeful, clarifying and uplifting.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Sometimes you can't know until you know.

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

There were signs. Probably more of them than I ever caught, even after the fact. But I missed them all. Maybe because I wasn’t looking for them. I was too busy checking over my shoulder at the fire I’d just come through to pay much attention to the thousand-foot cliff looming in front of me.