59 Quotes by Jenna Evans Welch

Sonia had left the journal right in the center of my pillow, like maybe she was worried I wouldn’t notice it otherwise, and it was weighing down the bed like a pile of bricks.

The cliffs are gorgeous. Breath-stealing, really. But not in the soft endearing way of a sunset or a wobbly new lamb. They’re gorgeous like a storm is gorgeous – one of those raw, tempestuous ones that leave you feeling awed and scared at the same time. Ever been trapped in a car during a particularly brutal thunderstorm? The cliffs are that kind of beautiful. Think drama, rage, and peace all packed up into one stunning package.

Hey, do you want to get a gelato?” I wrinkled my forehead. “What’s that?” He groaned. “Gelato. Italian ice cream. The greatest thing that will ever happen to you. What have you been doing since you arrived?” “Hanging out with you.” “And you’re telling me I only have one summer.” He shook his head, then stood up. “Come on, Lina. We’ve got work to do.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

You’re the one I like. Maybe love.

I nodded at him and walked quickly along the path, like I was late to a meeting or something. Totally natural. People were probably always hurrying off to important meetings on the top of Italian hills.

This was the thing I’d lost track of this summer. That being chosen – or not chosen – was not the thing that made me valuable. I was valuable regardless. I was enough, all on my own.

Seems like secret romances have a shelf life” -Ren.

Every time a traveler goes to Ireland and doesn’t stop at the Cliffs of Moher, a banshee loses her voice.