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Quotes by Jennifer E. Smith

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.

He looks at her and smiles. Youre sort of dangerous, you know? She stares at him. Me? Yeah, he says sitting back. Im way too honest with you.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

Exactly. How can you know it makes you happy if you’ve never experienced it?”“There are different kinds of happy,” she said. “Some kinds don’t need any proof.

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers.

Beside her, she can feel each breath he draws. How is it possible to be so close to a person and still not know what you are to each other? With baseball, its simple. Theres no mystery to what happens on the field because everything has a label -- full count, earned run, perfect game -- and theres a certain amount of comfort in this terminology. Theres no room for confusion and Ryan wishes now that everything could be so straightforward. But then Nick pulls her closer, and she rests her head on his chest, and nothing seems more important that this right here.

She understands now what she, in all her worry, had forgotten. That even as she hesitates and wavers, even as she thinks too much and moves too cautiously, she doesnt always have to get it right. Its okay to look back, even as you move forward.

People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline...The motion of the train makes her head rattle, but her eyes lock on the words the way a figure skater might choose a focal point as she spins, and just like that, shes grounded again.

But it was different, somehow, to be reading it here, where the actual events had taken place all those hundreds of thousands of years ago. That was the thing about books, she was realizing; they could take you somewhere else entirely, it was true. But it wasnt the same thing as actually going there yourself.

It had always been the two of them through everything -every adventure and every expedition- and now there was this awful distance between them, and she tried not to think about all the stories they were missing out on, all the litle moments and bigger milestones that had happened over the past few weeks without the other knowing

Somehow hed become the one constant in this whole uneven chapter in her life, & the idea that could change was unsettling.

But a small part of him also knew that the reason hed never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldnt match up to his dreams.

Theres always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization...You cant survive a rift that big without it leaving a mark.

She couldnt ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of two puzzles, and nothing in the world could make them fit together again.

I think you have to be more of a believer for these things to work, he said, wiping some ice cream from his face. How are you supposed to find what youre looking for if youre not convinced its even out there?

I might not say it, but I obviously show you how I feel,” she says. “Why do the words have to be so important?”“They just are,” he says, standing up and brushing off the back of his jeans. “Not because you’re saying them, but because you’re not.

You could tell a lot about someone by the way they carried a secret-by how safe they kept it, how soon they told, the way they acted when they were trying to keep it from spilling out.

It can’t be epic if there’s no challenge to it.