Stephanie Perkins Quotes

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.

French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.

I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.

The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-​u-​i and not w-​e-​e.

It gets worse. Josh tell her that he loves her. She says it back. He touches her. She touches him back. And then they're losing their virginity on the floor of her bedroom beside her pet rabbit, Isis.
A rabbit.
Josh literally lost his virginity in front of a metaphor for sex.

I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day

It's become impossible to deny he means something to me.

What...what about when I'm married?”
“We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.

Har. Bloody. Har.

St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there.

Life isn’t about what you get, it’s about what you DO with what you get.

Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.

If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself."
She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. "Miiiiiiiiine!" he says.
"Cut it out." Anna pushes him off, laughing. "You'll get fired. And then I'll have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives.

How much detention did you get?
"Two weeks. One per arsehole.

Thank you for helping my sister,” he says.
I lean forward, mimicking his position. “I’m happy to.”
Calliope leans out her window. “STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.