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“Un bon livre, Marcus, est un livre que l’on regrette d’avoir terminé.”
― Joël Dicker, La Vérité sur l'Affaire Harry Quebert

“And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“As Walt Disney once said: The two most important days in your life are the day you are born, and the day you figure out why. So,”
― Dan Luca, The 5 AM Revolution: Why High Achievers Wake Up Early and How You Can Do It, Too

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Sometimes it feels like I think about you every minute," he whispered.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Admissions make feelings intensify simply because they are given space to breathe. Admissions lead to love, and admitting love is like tying yourself to a train track.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“What is it going to be like this time?'' I slide his glasses off, setting them on one of the empty shelves.

Elliot kisses a slow path up my neck "It's going to be what we wanted before."

"Thanksgiving on the floor in our underwear?"

He growls out a little laugh, pressing his hips forward when I reach down, lowering his zipper.

"And you in my bed, every night.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“You really think it’s a good idea for me to reconnect with him?” I ask.

“I’ve always thought that.”

“How?” I hear how small my voice seems and pull out my keys, propping my phone between my ear and shoulder when I drop them to the dark porch. “We had breakfast and I bolted. I don’t have his number or address. No way does he have Facebook or Twitter or anything. Normal modes of stalking are out.”

I can hear Sabrina’s pensive hum as I search blindly for my house key. “You’ll think of something.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“He just says a lot more with his eyes than with his mouth.” “Unfortunately for me, I don’t speak Danish Eyeball.” I laughed again and looked at Elliot’s profile as he stared”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Relief and anguish pulse heavily in my blood. I've wanted to see him every day. But also, I never wanted to see him again.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I give myself three more seconds to look at him and it's like another punch to the gut. He's my person. He's always been my person. My best friend, my confidant, probably the love of my life.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“It’s a perfect description. I never got to fall out of love. I just had to move on.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I'm not prepared for this," I admit quietly.

"Do you have to prepare for me?"

"If there's anyone I have to prepare for, it's you.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Limerence.'

There's no other word like it. The state of being infatuated with another person.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I never got to fall out of love. I just had to move on.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home for eleven years. I’ll go anywhere you go.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Why can’t everyone be like you?”

“I can be enough of your world that it feels like everyone is.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I always knew that he would never fall in love again after Mom. In that way, my dad was always easy to understand. He was straightforward and quiet: he walked quietly, spoke quietly; even his anger was quiet. It was his love that was booming. His love was a roaring, vociferous bellow. And after he loved Mom with the strength of the sun, and after the cancer killed her with a gentle gasp, I figured he would be hoarse for the rest of his life and wouldn’t ever want another woman the way he’d wanted her.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“So maybe your best everything should be your boyfriend.” I stared at him and he stared at me. I spoke without thinking. “Maybe.” “Maybe,” he agreed in a whisper.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“So yeah, hard didn’t cover it. Hard was like describing a mountain as a lump, like describing the ocean as a puddle.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“Limerence.” There’s no other word like it: The state of being infatuated with another person.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“You went to med school at Hopkins,” he says with quiet wonder in his voice. “Undergrad at Tufts. I’m so proud of you, Mace.”

My eyes go wide in understanding. “You rat. You Googled me?”

“You didn’t Google me?” he shoots back. “Come on, that’s step one post-run-in.”

“I got home from work at two in the morning. I fell face-first into the pillow. I don’t know if I’ve brushed my teeth since this weekend.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“And just as she was about to leave the microphone, she said, “And to anyone tempted to kiss the TV tonight, please don’t chip your tooth.” “Mom, why are you crying?” Connor asked. I put my hand to my face and realized that I had teared up. Harry smiled at me and rubbed my back. “You should call her,” he said. “It’s never a bad idea to bury hatchets.” Instead, I wrote a letter. My Dearest Celia, Congratulations! You absolutely deserve it. There is no doubt you are the most talented actress of our generation. I wish for nothing more than your complete and total happiness. I did not kiss the TV this time, but I did cheer just as loudly as I did the other times. All my love, Edward Evelyn”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“I can’t rest until I’m done. I have to push her. I have to ask and be willing to be told no. I have to know my worth.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Behind every gorgeous woman, there’s a man sick of screwing her? Well, it works both ways. No one mentions that part.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“You’re gorgeous,” she said. “Even more gorgeous than I imagined.” I blushed and put my head in my hands, embarrassed by how out of control I felt, how out of my league it all was. She took my hands off my face and looked at me. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. “It’s OK,” she said. “I do.” That night, Celia and I slept nude, holding each other. We no longer pretended to touch by accident. And when I woke up in the morning with her hair in my face, I inhaled, loudly and proudly. Within those four walls, we were unashamed.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“If you are heartbroken right now, then I feel for you deeply,” Evelyn says. “That I have the utmost respect for. That’s the sort of thing that can split a person in two. But I wasn’t heartbroken when Don left me. I simply felt like my marriage had failed. And those are very different things.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“But nothing could prepare me for the pain of watching my child suffer. I held her when she puked from the chemo. I wrapped her in blankets when she was so cold she was crying. I kissed her forehead like she was my baby again, because she was forever my baby.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“I wanted to give her a lot of things. I wanted what I had to be hers. I wondered if this was what it felt like to love someone. I already knew what it meant to be in love with someone. I'd felt it, and I'd acted it. But to love someone. To care for them. To throw your lot in with theirs and think, Whatever happens, it's you and me.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo