Quotes by Stephanie Perkins

For the two of us, home isnt a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Im saying Im in love with you! Ive been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I dont know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I cant say it aloud, because hes my friend. And friends dont let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day

Its become impossible to deny he means something to me.

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasnt distracted. He was consumed.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Life isn’t about what you get, it’s about what you DO with what you get.

French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.

I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? Its so Hogwarts. Only mine doesnt have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.

Soap?School of America in Paris he explains. SOAP.Nice. My father sent me here to be cleansed.

The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-​u-​i and not w-​e-​e.

Im sorry, he says.What? Why?Youre fixing everything I set down. He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. It wasnt polite of me to come in and start touching your things.Oh, its okay, I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. You can touch anything of mine you want. would be so bad.

St. Clair clears his throat. My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. Id ask you all to join us, but I dont want you there.

What...what about when Im married?”“Well buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.

Har. Bloody. Har.

Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?

If I werent standing next to your boyfriend, Id be tempted to ask you out myself.She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. Miiiiiiiiine! he says.Cut it out. Anna pushes him off, laughing. Youll get fired. And then Ill have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives.

Welcome to Paris, Anna. Im glad youve come.