Stephanie Perkins Quotes
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Stephanie Perkins Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Sorry to be your second choice."
"Don't be stupid. Third choice. Mum's asleep, remember?" He laughs again.
"Don't be stupid. Third choice. Mum's asleep, remember?" He laughs again.
I want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrists.
I'm dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him. "I can't breathe."
"Of course you can breathe," Kurt says. "You're breathing right now.
"Of course you can breathe," Kurt says. "You're breathing right now.
People can play dumb all they want, but they always give themselves away in actions. In the small moments like that.
Do you know my biggest regret?" She asks. "That you turned into this bright, beautiful, fascinating person ... and I can't take credit for any of it.
St. Clair!" Josh springs from his seat, and they give each other the classic two-thumps-on-the-back guy hug.
"No kiss? I'm crushed, mate.
"No kiss? I'm crushed, mate.
It's easy to talk about things we hate, but sometimes it's hard to explain exactly why we like something.
I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [ ... ]
You should show encouragement whenever you can. People try harder when they know that someone cares about them.
Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?
I'm not even embarrassed to hug my parents in public. Except when Nathan wears a sweatband when he goes running. Because really!
In Paris, it's common to acknowledge someone attractive. The French don't avert their gaze like other cultures do. Haven't you noticed?
Josh bear-hugs St Clair. "I'm sorry you're off the market."
"Don't tell Anna, but I bought one for you, too," St Clair says.
"Don't tell Anna, but I bought one for you, too," St Clair says.
If you ask me to kiss you, I will," he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
"Kiss me," I say.
He does.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
"Kiss me," I say.
He does.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It's a person. And we're finally home."
Stephanie Perkins - Anna and the French Kiss
Stephanie Perkins - Anna and the French Kiss
Hi," I whisper.
He peels off my hands and turns toward the aisle. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is," he whispers back.
He peels off my hands and turns toward the aisle. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is," he whispers back.
We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper.
"Are you getting your ax?"
"Handcuffs."
"Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.
"Are you getting your ax?"
"Handcuffs."
"Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.
Marigold wondered if that were true. It was nice to think that she might have a superpower, even a dumb one, hidden inside of her. What might it be?
It's about isolation and loneliness, but it's also about friendship. Being exactly what the other person needs.
I've learned that if I never leave those areas of my life that feel comfortable, I'll never have a chance at a greater happiness.
I don't know. I don't really like old movies. The acting is so, 'Hey buddy, ol' pal. Let's go wear our hats and have a big misunderstanding
Madame Guillotine gets mad at me. Not because I told them to shove it, but because I didn't say it in French. What is wrong with this school?
But I could be mistaking our friendship for something more, because I want to mistake it for something more.
I'll only say this once more. I like you. I've always liked you. It would be wrong for me to come back into your life and act otherwise.
I've always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It's rareness that makes it so speacial.
I scan the dark room, through the thrashing bodies of disillusioned Parisian youth, getting their anger out with a healthy dose of French punk rock.
He's coming over," Lindsay says. "What do you want me to do? Kick him in the balls? I've been dying to kick him in the balls.
But we stayed together, because I don't know why. Maybe because we though we should be in love. At least I did. I wanted to be in love.
It's midnight, it's sweltering, and I might be high on Vicodin, but that guy - that guy right over there - that's him.
The him.
The him.
Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.
And I want to press my palm against his chest to feel it beat, to prove he's really there.
But we cannot touch.
But we cannot touch.