I like your glasses,” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me.… Cather.

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

Why are you lying awake, thinking that you're a terrible person? To keep my mind occupied when I can't sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.

She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.