Quotes by Alex Flinn

I love you, I thought. But I didn’t say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one— that she won’t say it back.

when youre a kid, they tell you that its whats on the inside that counts. Looks dont matter . But thats not true. Guys like Phoebus in The Hunchback, or Dorian, or the old Kyle Kingsbury-- they can be scumbags to women and still get away with it because theyre good-looking. Being ugly is a kind of prisoner.

Its easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you dont think about.

those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.

He bursts into tears, and not some manlike tears either, where you pretend youre brushing something off your face and, incidentally, wipe a tear. Nope. He starts bawling like a kid who spilled his Slushie...

Beside me, Philippe and Meg hold hands. He murmurs something that sounds like, my dear leetle mongoose. I wish hed turn back into a frog and hop away.

Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good.

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most...you are beastly.

People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don´t even notice anymore...

It hurts too much so I dont want to talk about it.

...if there´s a beast,maybe he´s just a regular guy with a sin conditon or something. Maybe he just needs some understanding. Maybe we judge people to much by their looks because it´s easier than seeing what´s really important.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.

I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

The word felt good, liberating. So, I repeat it. Fuck. Then, again. And again. Because it made me someone else, someone normal and happy, someone who used words like that, like St. John. I repeated it, over and over until she walked away, wounded. Then, I was glad. And still, I kept repeating it, because that was the only thing that kept me from crying.

I cant go on like this

We sit, silent, the comfortable way only good friends can sit.

The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.