Quotes by Gayle Forman

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.

There are monsters all around usThey can be so hard to seehey dont have fangs, no blood-soaked clawsThey look like you and me. But were not defenselessWere no damsels in distressTogether we can fend off the attackAll we gotta do is watch our backs.Your body is beautiful how it isWho you love is nobodys business We all contemplate life and deathIts the poet who gives these thoughtsbreath.The monster is strong, dont be mistakenIt thrives on fear-keeps us isolatedBut together we can fend off its attackAll we gotta do is watch our backs.In your darkest hourWhen the fights made you wearyWhen you think youve lost your powerWhen you cant see clearlyWhen youre ready to surrenderGive in to the blacklook over your shoulderIve got your back.

In a funny way, Dad was always a bow-tie wearer, always a little more traditional than you might imagine. Because even though he had blue hair and tattoos and wore leather jackets and worked in a record store, he wanted to marry Mom back at a time when the rest of their friends were still having drunken one-night stands. Girlfriend is such a stupid word, he said. I couldnt stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her wife.

Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldnt: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasnt cheap. Both of which were true, even if they werent the truth.

...I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find youve built yourself a different one.

I wasnt in danger today, I tell him in a choked voice. I escaped danger today. And I did... I feel like the whole day has been an electrical shock, paddles straight to my heart, bringing me out of a lifelong torpor I hadnt even known I was in. I escaped, I repeat.

Forward momentum. Thats my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

After graduation, I wanted to work for Sassy, which I loved, but it had folded. So I wound up at Seventeen for three years on staff and two as a contributor, and I wrote these great stories that nobody ever believes Seventeen does. Serious stories for teens about social justice issues - gun control, migrant farm workers.

In order that people who suffer from depression seek treatment without a second thought, the stigmas must further fall until we reach a point in time when that person with leukemia and that person with depression both receive the same level of sympathy and the same level of rigorous treatment. Both people deserve it.

Its not that we like sad movies that make us feel like, Oh, my God, what a bummer. We like emotionally moving experiences. Its nothing new. Its catharsis. It goes back to the Greeks.

“But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.”

“You forget, time doesnt exist anymore. You gave it to me.”

“In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one persons absence will affect you more than anothers.”

“My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.”

“There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? Youve ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I cant say any of that.”

“Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal”

“We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.”

“Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because Im feeling things at last. Im feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.”

“I force my eyes upward and look at Mia for the first time. Shes still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Bryn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way thats always been devastating to me. Her hair, long and dark, is down now, swimming damply against her bare shoulders, which are still milky white and covered with the constellation of freckles that I used to kiss. The scar on her left shoulder, the one that used to be an angry red weld is silvery pink now. Almost like the latest rage in tattoo accessories. Almost pretty.”

“You dumb-ass, I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. You dont share me. You own me.”