... Whenever Eleanor felt nervous or scared, she told herself to be happy instead. (It didn’t really make her feel better, but it kept her from feeling worse …)

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

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.

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.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

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.

Don't go getting offended my friend, I have much worse things to say to you.-Ad'Dam, Journey from Atremes

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

It's the fashion, I tell you: big, tall women going out with tiny, tiny men.

The most durable monument of human labor is that which recalls the wretchedness and nothingness of man.

A true German can't stand the French, Yet willingly he drinks their wines.

Tomato and lettuce-especially lettuce-is an abomination.

Librarian is a service occupation. Gas station attendant of the mind.

I get really frustrated with people who turn their noses up at talent shows like 'The Voice' and 'X-Factor.'

I wanna never have birth and fail as a father. I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana

The wind is not helpless for any man's need, Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.