Alejandra

“One of the things I love about books is being able to define and condense certain portions of a character's life into chapters. It's intriguing, because you can't do this with real life. You can't just end a chapter, then skip the things you don't want to live through, only to open it up to a chapter that better suits your mood. Life can't be divided into chapters... only minutes. The events of your life are all crammed together one minute right after the other without any time lapses or blank pages or chapter breaks because no matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like it or not and life never lets you pause and just catch your fucking breath.
I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“Okay. Would you rather I looked like Hugh Jackman or George Clooney?”
“Johnny Depp,” she says.

She answers a little too fast for my comfort. “What the hell, Lake? You’re supposed to say Will! You’re supposed to say you want me to look like me!”

“But you weren't one of the options,” she says.

“Neither was Johnny Depp!”
― Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

“Looks like we have quite the predicament here, boys.” I smile at both of them, then eye the coffee in Breckin’s hands. “I see the Mormon brought the queen her offering of coffee. Very impressive.”

I look at Holder and cock my eyebrow. “Do you wish to reveal your offering, hopeless boy, so that I may decide who shall accompany me at the classroom throne today?”

Breckin looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Holder laughs and picks his backpack up off the desk. “Looks like someone’s in need of an ego-shattering text today.”
― Colleen Hoover, Hopeless

“— Este se parece muchísimo a ti –le dijo a Noah mientras se apretaba contra su cuerpo.
–Mi chica tiene talento –contestó Noah.
Mi corazón dejó de latir.
El corazón de Anna dejó de latir.
El corazón de todo el mundo dejó de latir. El zumbido de un mosquito solitario habría resultado obsceno en medio de aquel silencio.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer