167 Quotes by Meg Rosoff

I didn’t seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.

Edmond just lay there smoking and telling me he loved me without saying anything out loud and if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time it isn’t one I’ve heard about. The.

Puedo ver que las relaciones pasadas dejan un destello a su paso, una estela de luz irregular que no desaparece cuando la gente se separa.

Was this just what relationships were like these days? Whatever you felt like with whoever was there?

It’s not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.

Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob’s ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.

Fighting back is what I’ve discovered I do best.

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that’s how I live now.

I was dying, of course, but then we all are. Every day, in perfect increments.