Gayle Forman Quotes - Page 3

Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.

One in a million cases; such comforting odds, except when you were the one

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.

There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.
She stops now. Leans over me so that wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead.
You still have a family, she whispers.

C'mon, Mee,' Henry said. 'You're among family.' 'Totally,' Kim said.

She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

Sometimes I did feel like I came from a different tribe. I was not like my outgoing, ironic dad or my tough-chick mom. And as if to seal the deal, instead of learning to play electric guitar, I'd gone and chosen the cello.

Ponekad ti donosiš odluke u životu, a ponekad se odluke donesu same.

Seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.

Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

You were both in love with music, and then you fell in love with each other.

She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it’s as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.

...Sleepovers and dance parties and those talks we would have until three in the morning that would make us feel lousy the next day because we’d slept like hell but also feel good because the talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.

Mom was adamantly pro-choice. She had a bumper sticker on the car that read If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child? But in her case the choice was to keep me.