Rainbow Rowell Quotes

That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

I take something that happened to me in 1983, and I make it happen to somebody else in 1943. I pick my life apart that way, try to understand it better by writing straight through it.

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

I choose you over everyone.

That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

I'd rather be broken than wasted.

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

Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?

For the first time in weeks, Park didn't have that anxious feeling in his stomach on the way home from school, like he had to soak up enough Eleanor to keep him until the next day.

Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.

Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.

It's okay if you're crazy," he said softly. "You don't even know-" "I don't have to know," he said. "I'm rooting for you.

Don't make me angry-kiss you.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

Reagan was sitting up at Cath's desk when Cath woke up. "Are you awake?" "Have you been watching me sleep?" "Yes, Bella. Are you awake?" "No.

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.

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.

People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

I know what it’s like to be distracted. To seek out distractions. To exhaust yourself doing every other little thing rather than face a blank page

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

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.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

It had taken years to put themselves back together, and so what if some things didn’t get put back in the right place? At least they could hold themselves up.

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

Dumb. He should have gotten the pen. Jewelry was so public... and personal, which was why he'd bought it. He couldn't buy Eleanor a pen. Or a bookmark. He didn't have bookmarklike feelings for her.

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here.

I thought you were just mean," Reagan said. "I liked that about you.

He pulled away to say he's sorry, and she shook her head no, because even though she really want him to be sorry, she wanted to kiss him more.

Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.

Your trash can is full of energy bar wrappers." "You were looking through my trash?

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.

Reegan scowled at Cath. "Are you Zack, or are you Cody?".

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.

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.

I’m sort of… coming off a bad relationship”“When did it end?”“Slightly before it started.

You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.