350 Quotes by Jay Asher

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.