188 Quotes by Becky Albertalli

I mean, here's the thing I don't get. How do people come to expect that their crushes will be reciprocated? Like, how does that get to be your default assumption.

More than like it. I crave it. Because there's nausea and fog, but there's also this: an unshakable feeling that something wonderful is about to happen. That's the part I can't explain. No matter how unlikely, I always have a secret shred of hope. And as feelings go, that's a pretty addictive one.

I HAVE TO MEET HIM. I don’t think I can keep this up. I don’t care if it ruins everything. I’m this close to making out with my laptop screen.

I don’t know if we’re in a love story or a story about love.

Is that a space?No, it's a hydrant.

Did you just tell us you're gay?" asks Nick."Yes.""Okay," he says. Abby swats him. "What?""That's all you're going to say? Okay?""He said not to make a big deal out of it," Nick says. "What am I supposed to say?""Say something supportive. I don't know. Or awkwardly hold his hand like I did. Anything."Nick and I look at each other."I'm not holding your hand," I tell him, smiling a little."All right" --he nods-- "but know that I would.

Oranges don't have nipples," says Sophie

I mean, I feel secure in my masculinity, too. Being secure in your masculinity isn't the same as being straight.

It's stillness and pressure and rhythm and breathing.