You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.
I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.
Well,†she said. “I’m frustrated.†“Don’t make me angry-kiss you.†“Give me the laundry.†“Tempers rising, faces flushed … This is how it happens.
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.
She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?
Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,†Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.