50 Quotes by Catherine Doyle

Maybe I am looking at you,’ he whispered. 'Maybe I always have been.

I didn't kiss Sophie to get back at you, I kissed her because I'm in love with her!

He dropped his voice, and came a couple of inches closer. "I think you're beautiful when you wear oversize hoodies and fleece pyjamas with teddy bears on them. Or when you wear thick socks and use them to slide around on marble floors when you think no one's looking at you.""I - Oh. You know about that.""And I think you are especially beautiful when you are giving out to me.""In that case, you must find me constantly compelling.

I believe you’re too good and too kind to hurt someone, no matter how much they’vehurt you. That your heart is too big. That your empathy runs too deep. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you more than I could ever explain, and you expect me to stand by and watch while you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.

But as of this past month, I think something terrifying is happening to me'''Oh?' I said, matching her pitch.'Yeah.' She nodded solemnly at the road. 'I'm not sure yet, but I think, I think, I might be a Belieber now'I clutched at my heart. 'Good God''His stuff is just so on point these days, what am I supposed to do? Not listen to it? Not sing along? I'm only human, Soph. A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent human'.

He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off."I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making.

I believe you’re too good and too kind to hurt someone, no matter how much they’ve hurt you. That your heart is too big. That your empathy runs too deep. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you more than I could ever explain, and you expect me to stand by and watch while you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.

Do I frighten you?' He tilted his head.'Yes,' I said weakly. 'Are you proud of yourself?'He looked at me for a long moment before replying. 'No, I'm not,' he said so faintly I had to strain to hear him.

You know,’ said Millie who was now narrowing her eyes, ‘for someone with such a romantic name, he’s a real killjoy, isn’t he? He’s all, Ooh look at me, I’m sensitive and kind and I have a beautiful long name and pretty eyes, and then BAM! Psyche! I’m going to shoot you. You know what I call that, Soph? I call that false advertising, and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.