I know she's just trying to protect me, just as I was to protect myself a few short weeks ago, but her words make me aware that the heart in my chest is a muscles like any other. It can hurt.
~ Nicola Yoon
But I like my big Afro. I also liked when my hair was longer and relaxed. I’m happy to have choices. They’re mine to make
I’m kind of a contagion cryer. You know how when one person starts yawning, everyone else starts yawning too? Or when someone vomits, the smell makes you want to hurl? I’m like that, except with crying.
seriously. “Just because you can’t experience everything doesn’t mean you shouldn’t experience anything.-Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
I was trying so hard to find the single pivotal moment that set my life on its path. The moment that answered the question, 'How did I get here?'But it's never just one moment. It's a series of them. And your life can branch out from each one in a thousand different ways. Maybe there's a version of your life for all the choices you make and all the choices you don't.
Everything's a risk. Not doing anything is a risk.
In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly's hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can't have both.
If people who were actually born had to prove they were worthy enough to live in America, this would be a much less populated country.
Who reads? Not that I begrudge my life in book. All I know about the world I've learned from them. But a description of a tree is not a tree, and a thousand paper kisses will never equal the feel of Olly's lips against mine.
If I could, I would kiss him every second of every day. For all the days.
My guilt is an ocean for me to drown in.
He says they're not his type, but I don't really get the concept of having a type. My type is girls. All of them. Why would I limit my dating pool?
Be Brave. Remember, life is a gift.
Anything can happen at anytime. Safety is not guaranteed. There's more to life than being alive.
Loving someone as fiercely as my mom loves me must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.
[His eyes are] Atlantic Ocean blue, just like he'd said. It's strange because of course I'd known that. But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.
Love won't kill you.-Carla
The ocean will swallow you whole and burp you out and not notice you were even there.
The ocean here is weird. It's the wrong kind of blue.
He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I'm really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don't like poetic language. I don't like poetry. I don't even like people who like poetry.But I'm not dead inside either.
His words made me aware that the heart in my chest is a muscle like any other. It can hurt.
There's no denying it now. I'm in the world. And, too, the world is in me.
A universe that can wink into existence can wink out again.
Touching him is order and chaos, like being assembled and disassembled at the same time.
Kissing is just another way of talking expect without the words.
I could stay here forever interrupting our talking with kissing, interrupting our kissing with talking.
I've read many more books than you. It doesn't matter how many you've read. I've read more. Believe me.” ― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
I want to fall in love, with an emphasis on the falling part.
