Quotes By Author: rainbow rowell
“This is new to us, you know? Your mother’s sorry. She’s sorry that she hurt your feelings, and she wants you to invite your girlfriend over for dinner.””So that she can make her feel bad and weird?””Well she is kind of weird, isn’t she?”Park didn’t have the energy to be angry. He sighed and let his head fall back on the chair. His dad kept talking. “Isn’t that why you like her?”
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“I didn’t know someone could love me like this,” she said. “Could love me and love me and love me without…needing space.”Lincoln wasn’t asleep. He rolled on top of her.”There’s no air in space,” he said.”
“I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn’t hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.”
“Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they’re like dog months.”
“Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s’agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.”
“I just meant that … I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too.… That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me.”
“When I’m writing my own stuff, it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.”
“When she opened her door, Levi was sitting in the hallway, his legs bent in front of him, hunched forward on his knees. He looked up when she stepped out.“I’m such an idiot,” he said.Cath fell between his knees and hugged him.“I can’t believe I said that,” he said. “I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you.”
“There’s no reason to think we’re going to stop loving each other,’ he said. ‘And there’s every reason to think that we won’t.”
“There’s only one of him, she thought, and he’s right here.He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.There’s only one of him.”
“The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.”
“Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.”
“He’s still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. “I’m not the Chosen One,” he says.I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”