Quotes by E. Lockhart

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

It shattered something inside me that hadnt been broken before.

Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.

They know that tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesnt play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.

I cant forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen, I said. Im a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.

I think it was the institution...I was trying to master it.

When you hate someone you used to love, and you think hes done something awful - he probably has.

Its not objective. Its subjective.” Katya hooks her bra behind her back. “Its just what you think, not the truth.

See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be

Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if theyre boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed--because he likes you anyways. Hell tolerate your junk

One day, she ventured to the palace library and was delighted to find what good company books could be.

Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you’re popular enough.

Meghan pushed her chocolate cheesecake across the table to me. I hadn’t gotten paid yet for November, so I had only ordered coffee. “Here,” she said.“Don’t you want it?”“Sure I want it. I ordered it. But I’m giving it to you.”“Why?”Meghan stood up and got me a fork. “Remember what Nora said about love? In your movie?”“Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it,” I said.“So it’s really amazing cake,” said Meghan. “And I want you to have it.

..well deal with it, because the good outweighs the bad.

Gideon laughed. I like to be direct.Okay, I said. But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inserutable and generally send mixed messages. I doubt it.Human interaction is not my strong point, I told him. Not seriously.Seriously, I said. Thinking: There is so much about me he doesnt know. Gideon put his hand on my leg. Whats your strong point, then?Goats, I told him. I am excellent with goats.

When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,then from my eyes,my ears,my mouth.It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

I know theyre not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like its tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isnt a safe place.And of course, thats true, isnt it? The world is not a safe place.

For the old people in my family—Mummy, the aunties, Granddad—the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal.Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.Wins what? is what I’d like to know.