256 Quotes by Jennifer E. Smith

The stories had become a part of her by then; they stuck to her bones like a good meal, bloomed inside of her like a garden. They were as deep and meaningful as any other trait Dad had passed along to her: her blue eyes, her straw-colored hair, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose.

Hi,' he says.'Hi,' she says back, and then to her great surprise, she begins to cry.'You know,' Nick says as he hands her a tissue from the bedside table,' for all this talk about how you don't cry, you sure are sprouting a lot of water.

You could tell a lot about someone by the way they carried a secret-by how safe they kept it, how soon they told, the way they acted when they were trying to keep it from spilling out.

As if it were far easier to start over completely than to try to put everything back together again.

The morning felt like a mixing bowl just waiting for its ingredients; there was a sense of possibility to it, a promise of something more to come.

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?

Hadley grabs the laminated safety instructions from the seat pocket in front of her and frowns at the cartoon men and women who seem weirdly delighted to be bailing out of a series of cartoon planes. Beside her, Oliver stifles a laugh, and she glances up again."What?""I've just never seen anyone actually read one of those things before.""Well," she says, "then you're very lucky to be sitting next to me.

No one is useless in this world, who lightens the burden of it for any one else.

Chemistry wasn't something you could just create anyway; it was either there or it wasn't.