Quotes by Stephanie Perkins

Were enveloped in pitch black. Wait here, I whisper.Are you getting your ax?Handcuffs.Kinky. But, okay, Ill try it.

I laugh, and it sounds like Ive been sucking helium.

..the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. Itbecomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I wantto nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in itsarms and not wake up for a long, long time.

I didnt know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. Is this okay? I whisper. Are you okay?His reply is anguished. Honest. I love you.

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

I mean . . . I dont know. I dont know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. I dont know. I like reading about adventure, sure, but I also like doing it from the safety of home. But what is home, besides a quilt-covered bed? Where is it?

How could I wish for it for so long, only to come back and find it gone. To be here, in my technical house, and discover that home is now someplace different.

But thats not quite right either.I miss Paris, but its not home. Its more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but its true.This is home. The two of us.

And were finally home.

Im just as big a fool as the rest of them.

I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!

I bought you love poetry! I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I blink at him. Neruda. I starred the passage. God, he moans. Why didnt you open it?

Youre the most incredible girl Ive ever known. Youre gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no-one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I dont deserve you, but what Im trying to say is that I love you, Anna. Very Much.

I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. Please stop apologizing, Etienne.Say my name again, he whispers.I close my eyes and lean forward. Etienne.He takes my hands into his. Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. Anna?Our foreheads touch. Yes?Will you please tell me you love me? Im dying here.And then were laughing. And then Im in his arms, and were kissing, at first quickly - to make up for lost time - and then slowly, because we have all the time in the world. And his lips are soft and honey sweet, and the careful, passionate way he moves them against my own says that he savors the way I taste, too.And in between kisses, I tell him I love him.Again and again and again.

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

The directness of her question throws me. I dont know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And weve both screwed up so many times- my voice grows quiet - that weve missed our chance.Anna. Mer pauses. That is the dumbest thing Ive ever heard.But—But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly.If you ask me to kiss you , I will, he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.Kiss me, I say.He does.