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?— Rainbow Rowell
The most belligerent Rainbow Rowell quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.
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.
Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.
To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.
You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on.
If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
It was the best kind of November day.
Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.
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.
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.
You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.
I love you more than I hate everything else.
So...I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know,more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.
You saved me life, she tried to tell him.
Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's me right now is yours. Always.
He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.
It’s just … everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be. Nothing that I’m good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesn’t matter—and being good with words. And when those things do matter, it’s only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.
If you don't want people to look at you, Park had thought at the time, don't wear fishing lures in your hair. Her jewelry box must look like a junk drawer.
I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.
I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.
He'd stopped trying to bring her back.
She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja-vu.
Months are different in college, especially freshman year.
Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.
I'm the Cool One," she told herself. "Somebody give me some tequila because I'll totally drink it. And there's no way you're going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents' bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly.
Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
It never occurred to me when I was young that I could be an author.
That would be like saying, "I want to be a movie star" or "I want to be a wizard." I didn't have any concept of what that path would look like. Maybe that's why I didn't publish my first book until I was 38.
Fitting together is something you work at.
It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.
Well, at first, I was sure that he would feel the cosmic forces pulling us together. I wanted him so badly, I could feel my heart racing for him with every beat. It was destiny. "He was a magnet and I was steel.
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.
You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.
He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.
That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.
Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.
I always get lost in the library,' he said, 'no matter how many times I go.
In fact, I think I get lost there more, the more that I go. Like it's getting to know me and revealing new passages.
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly.
Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.
Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after." She shook her head. "Don't." "What?" "Don't talk about after." "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.
You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat.
"And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.
I’d know you in the dark,” he said.
“From a thousand miles away. There’s nothing you could become that I haven’t already fallen in love with.
I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said.
"Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.
The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.
Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy.
Baz. "Have you ever done this before?" Simon. "Yes. No." "Yes or no?" "Yes. Not like this." Baz. "Not with a boy?" Simon. "Not when I really wanted it.
You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.
It's so easy for someone else to say, 'Don't worry.
Everything's going to be all right.' Why not say it? It doesn't cost anything. It doesn't mean anything. No one will hold you to it if you're wrong.
But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.
He always kept me just on the edge of crazy.
Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more." "That sounds excruciating.
There are other people on the Internet.
It's awesome. You get all the benefits of 'other people' without the body odor and the eye contact.
As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!
Levi's eyebrows were pornographic. If Cath were making this decision just on eyebrows, she would have been "up to his room" a long time ago.
Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.