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Jun 18
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They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.
— An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
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It was his first kiss, and her lips felt like the coming of winter—cold and dry and chapped—and it occurred to him that the kiss didn’t feel nearly as good as the sound of her asking if she could be his girlfriend.
— An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
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Missing her kept him more awake than coffee.
— An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
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Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou.
— An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
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The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn’t over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you in the very quick and quiet way that she has always said it. She said I love you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
— An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
Apr 18
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Art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
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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.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
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He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
Apr 15
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My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
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Don’t we pay for all the things we do, though?
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway