20 Quotes by Becca Ritchie

Timo is the kind of guy you wish you knew. Intriguing. Captivating. I’m the shadow to his ceaseless light.

When I was seventeen you said you wanted to perform an autopsy on me, to crack open my ribcage and squeeze my heart until it burst between your fingers.” What is that – if not flirting? She lifts her head off a pillow to near me, propping her elbows on the mattress. “That was me hating you, Richard. I dreamed of your death.” “You dreamed of clutching my heart,” I rebut. “Of killing you,” she emphasizes. I lean closer to her, our eyes locking. “Vous m’aimiez.” You loved me.

Your worth isn’t dictated by the number of friends you have. You can have zero friends and still be the most amazing, spectacular person in the whole galaxy.

I didn’t know someone could find a way to be conceited about houseplants, but Connor has lots of talent in making his belongings seem superior.

Dreams are true while they last,’” he recites in a whisper, “’and do we not live in dreams?

I want to love Lo without people telling me that our love is too much.

Tom is supine on the carpet, acting like he’s dead. He does this. He’s not dead. He’s grinning.

Maximoff lowers his voice. ‘The shade is called My Lips Against Your Lips, and it’s not coming off. Stop rubbing and let’s form a plan.

I try to imagine what type of girl Connor would seek, but she seems unfathomable – like a hazy picture with only her brain showing.