Anne Eliot > Quotes

“With a lightning quick glance at me first, he reads one bumper sticker: “Member: BBB. Boys in Books are Better?”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“God, I wish I could see your face when I ask you this question.
Here goes: Is there a chance you could love me? Even a little?
Because I do – love you. And I think you know that already too.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“I'm not going to make a big deal about a few tummy flutters because...dead people, old people, even furniture would get butterflies if they met this guy.”
― Anne Eliot

“You’re the luckiest person in the whole world to have already figured out what you love. And you’ll be, quite possibly, the stupidest person in the world—if you don’t hold on to it.”
― anne eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“I'd rather be in Forks? I shop the HOB? What do these even mean?!”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“I grab my bag and open the door, trying to ignore him. But ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tutu. A really hot elephant-in a very manly tutu.”
― Anne Eliot

“Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts,” he adds nodding. “Do you ever watch the animated stuff?”

Grin. Grin. Grin.

I'm seriously at risk of an old-style faint. Holy-WTHECK? My neck and cheeks are volcano-hot. My entire chest swarms with an uncontrollable butterfly attack.

Butterfly riot.

Butterfly massacre.

Person slaughtered: Me.

Method used: Dimple.

The guy has a dimple. Of course he does. To match the Hollywood chin divot. To make the lump on my forehead pound even harder.

Points for Gray Porter: 3,000,000-bajallion, trillion to the millionth power.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Person Slaughtered: Me.
Method used: Dimple.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“My heart races and I look away. “Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is mine including your friends.” I throw in a little sarcastic eye flutter. “We're going to be so head-over-heels-in-love. I can't wait to see how romantic you are!”
“Oh no. I refuse to be your kind of bumper-sticker-romantic. Don't mistake me for Mr. Darcy.”

I gasp. “You don't know Hunger Games or Forks, Washington, but you know Mr. Darcy? Start talking.”

“Crap! My grandmother's a fan. She's tortured me since birth with Mr. Darcy. Thanks to her DVD collection, I can quote Jane Austen faster than the Elmo song.”

I laugh, surprised again. “Prove it.”

“Elizabeth, daaarling!” He's launched into a breathless English accent. “I love, love, love you, and I never want to be parted from you from this day forward. Pardon me, whilst I puke…”

“No way!” I beam. “Let the contract state that I want the Mr. Darcy accent once a week!” I can't help but laugh again because he's shaking his head and laughing back.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“So that's a make-up kiss? Let's have another fight soon.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“I know I'm acting crazy but I'm in love with this girl. Major love. And I have no idea what to do about it, so it's messing with my sanity.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Are you completely slow? YES. I'm mental. This is why I have a list called ‘how to be normal”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“I’m talking head over heels, down on my
knees, from the bottom of my heart, IN love,
with you, Vere. That kiss blew me away. I
know you felt something too—something
more for me. Don’t you?”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“And you do, don't you? Love me just a little? Because I'll say it again. Right now, to your face. I straight up love you, Jess Jordan. I'll shout it if it will help plead my case. But I have to at least get that point across before one more minute passes.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Adorkable. It's in its own category.”
― Anne Eliot

“Jenna turned and shot her another worried look. Her tone was ultra soothing. “Yeah. I hear you. And I’m head over heels with Harry Potter and
Peeta Mellark. Stay with me. Okay? I’m right here. I feel your love. Now feel mine and start walking.”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“With two small touches and a smile, he's killed my brain.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“First. Don't get drunk. Don't smoke anything."
"Duh. What are you, my dad? That's easy. I don't drink. We aren't even twenty-one. I seriously doubt anyone will be drinking at the Hodjwick house. And who smokes cigarettes anymore? So gross."
Dustin shook his head. "You are so backwards. I wasn't talking about cigarettes, and if you truly believe no one will be drinking at a high school party on a Saturday night then you are too much of a baby to even leave your own house.”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“Sometimes different is not better,”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tut. A really hot elephant in a tutu... a very manly tutu." -Jess”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Is this a habit of yours?” he asks.

“What?”

“Dropping stuff whenever you first see me? It's kind of cute. Flattering,” he adds, straightening while easily holding all of my stuff in his giant arms.

I've recovered enough to roll my eyes. “Maybe the habit is connected to your urge to rifle through my private things every time you see me?”

“It's possible. Your stuff is so randomly interesting.” He eyes my science kit and then scans through the pile of papers in his hands. “You got any other lists that need checking off? College tuition aside, I'm also trying to save for a new car.” He laughs.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“she thinks we‟re both of the same species, but vultures don‟t make friends with
hummingbird”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“Everyone has scars, they just aren’t as visible as yours”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“Maybe because he's already been in my dreams for so long, it feels to me as though we've always been together.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“I want you to know if we die right now, I won't be able to distinguish if I've made it to heaven or not, because I'm already sitting here with you.. like this." -Gray Porter”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“You have my word. I won't let anyone-anything hurt you. This will work out. It will.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Vere spoke again, “You want us to hide this six-foot-three, positively gorgeous, famous rock star—one who has sports-drink blue eyes BY THE WAY—and who is absolutely PERFECT looking, at Palmer Divide High? In this town? In my junior class?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Roth answered. “Why is it such a difficult concept for you to grasp?”
“Because guys who look like that.” She pointed a finger at him. “Do not come from this town. In addition to the face, he’s too tall, and he’s got the posture of some Russian—ballerina! And did you not notice his voice?”
“What’s wrong with my voice?” Hunter frowned.
“It’s all LOW and, SUPER-MANLY-AMAZING,” she modulated her voice down, trying to sound like him.
Charlie cracked up, and Hunter had to bury his own laugh.”
― Anne Eliot, Unmaking Hunter Kennedy

“I think I'm losing control all over again. This is because I've registered two things above and beyond his hypnotic green eyes and rock star hot voice.

1. His perfectly square chin has one of those little divots dead center.

2. He's taller, and wider across the shoulders than I'd thought.

My heart ramps into some sort of a private hailstorm.

My list won't stop.
3. His hair is still shower damp. It's made up of little inky-black curls—an amazing amount of them.

4. The dumb eyes aren't simply green. They're like an exploded rainbow of greens and gold and browns. On closer inspection, he's…he's simply overall amazing and…I'll just say it again:

HOLY. HOLY. WOW.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“Almost. Almost.
How I hate that word and the way it defines me.
Almost raped. Almost over it. Almost normal.
I can almost forget. Way worse, I can almost remember.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost

“We'll need to clarify for the record, that I'm a pretend girlfriend. Pretend,” she demands. “Got it? If you're giving me that goofy look because you think there are going to be benefits as part of this deal, you can just hold it right there! Pretend girlfriend. Say it with me.”

I shake my head at her outrageous comments. “Please. I've got that understood.”

“Good.”
― Anne Eliot, Almost