Quotes by Stephanie Perkins

Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.

Okay, Ive lied to him. But you saw how jealous he gets. It makes me feel like I have to. And I shouldnt defend my right to be friends with another guy.

Do adults realize how lucky they are?

He snuffles. Oh, no.Hes not going to cry, is he? Because even though its sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.Girl scouts didnt teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

Hot. I’ve been upgraded to hot.No one has ever called me hot. Cute? Yes. Adorable? yes, often and it makes me want to punch them. I didn’t know short girls could even be hot. I thought I’d been permanently relegated to elfin-pixie-child status.

And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe.Because there he is.Hes engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as theyre registered, theyre forgotten. Because of him.I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I dont care. Im reeling, and I gasp for air.How can I have been so stupid?How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasnt in love with him?

And then this — the moment he calls my name — is the real moment everything changes.He is no longer St. Clair, everyones pal, everyones f

How did you know? That she wasnt the one for him? Now hes staring at his hands, slowing rubbing them together. They just didnt have that . . . natural magic. You know? It never seemed easy. My voice grows tiny. Do you think things have to be easy? For it to work? Crickets head shoots up, his eyes bulging as they grasp my meaning. NO. I mean, yes, but . . . sometimes there are ... extenuating circumstances. That prevent it from being easy. For a while. But then people overcome those ...circumstances . . . and . . .So you believe in second chances? I bite my lip. Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. If the person is right, he adds.If the person is . . . Lola?This time, he holds my gaze. Only if the other person is Cricket.Chapter 27Pg 273

You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.

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.

Id like to point out that weve had zero problem reaching each others mouths.

I dont know.  I dont really like old movies.  The acting is so, Hey buddy, ol pal.  Lets go wear our hats and have a big misunderstanding

I dont know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas tree agnostic. He smiles. I like it and youre a Yom Kippur atheist.

They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!

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

“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.”

“Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember? He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There is something better than Notre-Dame.”

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

“Welcome to Paris, Anna. Im glad youve come.”