434 Quotes by Stephanie Perkins

We stop at a red light.Mom stares at me."You like him""OH GOD,MOM.""You do.You like this boy.""He's just a friend.He has a girlfriend.""Anna has a boooy-friend," Seany chants."I do not!""ANNA HAS A BOOOY-FRIEND!

Wow. See? You can’t say that’s not impressive.” I recognize the names, even if I don’t know what they all did. “I didn’t.” He reaches for his wallet and pays our admission charge. I try to get it—since it was my idea in the first place—but he insists. “Happy Thanksgiving,” he says, handing me my ticket. “Let’s see some dead people.” We’re greeted by an unimaginable number of domes and columns and arches. Everything is huge and round.

But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

I want to kiss him for the rest of the night, for the rest of our lives. The one.

The unexpected explosion of color and noise and beauty in her world has left her awed.

They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!

Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amélie and Moulin Rouge.

He raises his voice so that I can hear him through the glass door. “Get some rest, Loopy. Sweet dreams.” “Sweet,” I echo. “Dream.

Instead, I argue and roll my eyes and act indifferent. And when I touch his arm, I shove it. Because that's what friends do.