Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl Quotes

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.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

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.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

She was tired of being the one who cried.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

Emergency dance party--go away.

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.

The ultimate act of heroism shouldn't be death.

You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.

That's different, " Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary." Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.

There's nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself." Professor Piper

Baz arched an elegant brow. "Are you going to snog the Humdrum-is that your plan? Because he's eleven. And he looks just like you. That's both vain and deviant, Snow, even for you.

If we go on like this, there won't be anything left to fight for

Cath shook her head. "Now is all you get, " she spat out, wishing she could make more sense. Wishing for more words, or better ones. "Now is all you ever get.

His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo.

Will you read this? I think maybe it sucks. Or maybe it's awesome. It's probably awesome. Tell me it's awesome, okay? Unless it sucks." — Nick

Don’t make me angry-kiss you

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear

I wonder..., " she said, "if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.

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.

You're not a book person. And now you're not an internet person? What does that leave you?

Just … isn’t giving up allowed sometimes? Isn’t it okay to say, ‘This really hurts, so I’m going to stop trying’?

If Levi were a dog, he'd be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he'd be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.

There should be a word for a laugh that ends as soon as it starts. A laugh that's more a syllable of surprise and acknowledgment than it is anything else.

She kept forcing herself to remember the entire conversation, playing it back and playing it back, all the way through, forcing a finger down her memory's throat.

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?

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.

Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

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.

If it tries to take you, " Wren said, "I wont' let go.

Not this in-between thing that Levi had, where his brain could catch the words but couldn't hold on to them.

Words are very powerful, " Miss Possibelf said, stepping lightly between the rows of desk. "And they take on more power the more they're spok

Seriously, why aren't you on drugs?" Cath walked past her out of the room."Are you a licensed psychiatrist? Or do you just play one on TV?""I'm on drugs, " Reagan said. "They're a beautiful thing.

I'm sorry Penelope." "Don't waste my time with sorries, Simon.If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other's toes, we'll never have time to be friends.

...as long as she was worrying about it, it probably wasn't going to happen. Like some sort of anxiety vaccine. Like watching a pot to make sure it never boiled.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

Just because it had happened before didn’t mean it wasn’t serious. It didn’t mean he didn’t need them.

No", she said, "I know that you don't like me.""You don't know anything.

This is why I can't be with Levi. Because I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight -- and Levi can't even read.

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.

Hey, Cath. Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?

I like your glasses, ” he said. “I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don’t smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me... Cather.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don´t do it