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“Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Hearts get infiltrated.
Promises get broken.
Rules get shattered.
Love gets ugly.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“You make it so hard to breathe.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“If I were capable of loving someone . . . it would be you.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Tate and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that’s exactly what Tate did. She loved me back to life.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don't know how to speak to you. I don't know what you're thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you've ever said. All the words. Starting form the very first one.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“His lips against mine feel like everything. Like living and dying and being reborn, all at the same time.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“It's love in general I don't want, Tate. Ever. It's you specifically that I just...want.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“It’s been six years, Tate. Believe me when I tell you . . . I’m ready.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“He inhales a shaky breath while looking down at my mouth. 'You make it so hard to breathe.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Every time I'm with him, he fills my heart up more and more, and the more it's filled with pieces of him, the more painful it'll be when he rips it out of my chest as though it never belonged there in the first place”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“I smile, amused by whatever game this is we're playing.
He smiles, too.
He.
Smiles.
Too.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“That’s how it is with us. You’re solid, I’m liquid. You part the waters, I’m your wake.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“People are vulnerable during sex, it is easy to confuse feelings and emotions for somethings they are not especially when eye contact is involved”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Me—not wanting to admit that I just let him use me again.

Him—not wanting to admit that it was more than just sex.

Both of us lying to ourselves.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“My eyes finally make the brave journey up to his. When I see the stoic look on his face, I want to step back, but I'm afraid I'll trip over my heart. I don't want him to watch me fall.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“I don’t care if you drink my juice, Tate.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“I’m lying. I really do want to be a part of his issues. I want to immerse myself in his issues and become his issues, but I’m supposed to be this independent, headstrong girl who doesn’t cave just because she likes a guy.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“We're both gasping for breath between our tears. It's intense. It's heartbreaking. It's devastating. It's ugly. It's over.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“In the same moment, I’m also reminded of how little I know about him. How little he shows me. How much he hides himself from me, so that when I finally break, it won’t be his fault.
It won’t be a quick break, either. It’ll be slow and painful, filled with so many moments like these that tear me up from the inside out.
Moments when he leaves.
Because he always leaves.”
― Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

“Because music is the heart’s greatest librarian. A few notes had the ability to transport me back in time, and to the most painful of places. Take any song from the Rolodex of your life, and you can pin it to a memory.”
― Kate Stewart, Drive

“Some people believe intuition is the sixth sense, a gift from the soul. And while I think that’s true, my theory goes a step further. Having your heart splintered heightens that sense. Because on instinct alone, you’re constantly looking for the pieces.”
― Kate Stewart, Drive