Love and Other Theories

We’re supposed to be reckless and careless and wild. And none of it is supposed to hurt. If we’ve kissed too many people, smoked too many cigarettes, had too much to drink, laughed too hard, offended too many people—we've done it right. We haven’t wasted any time. And Nathan and I have a lot of catching up to do.

According to Shelby, the longer you know someone, the longer they have to let you down. But sometimes, the longer you know someone, the more time they have to surprise you.

A game. That’s all life is, that’s all it feels like. Everyone waiting for their turn to spin the bottle or for the bottle to finally choose them. Who would you rather is real. We can be erased, that’s real too.

When you're the first, you don't get to be the last, too. Not usually.

It really is the best feeling in the world when everything that used to make you dizzy with desire becomes so wedged in your life that it changes from something you craved to something you belong in

People have been here before you, and you're going to be okay.

I was desperate for a kiss, but I was terrified to kiss him. There was nothing I wanted more, and that was the terrifying part.

I picture my pain separated into fragments. Instead of getting pierced with a giant knife that has the potential to kill, I'll just be stabbed occasionally with razor blades. So when he finally leaves me for good, and the last cut is inflicted, I'll be used to the pain.

I've managed to keep him for three months, but in no way does that mean I get to keep him forever. That's the whole idea, isn't it? That is what the theories prepare us for. This is why, when he's finally gone for good it won't hurt as much.

But I AM sad about it. I feel the loneliness again for passing out in Trip's bed and knowing that's the closest I'll ever be to him again, for being fine with it, for being fine with never again getting what I used to want more than anything because now I have something else, someone else, I want more.

Good-byes are sad, but they don't have to be. We always knew we'd be moving on, we just never understood what it took to do it, and what we got to take from the people and places we left.

I was in no position to be left. I was already gone. I didn’t have to be nervous. I didn’t have to be scared. It was a relief

we hate her because she’s everything we do not want to be

some things in life just are

And if boys think girls are stupid, thats how they’ll treat them.

Coming home is the best part about leaving.

Do you think it will always be like this?' I ask Trip. It's getting dark, but the sky still looks blue. Navy, like a veil is draped over it. 'That everything will always feel like it's changing? We'll always be leaving, we'll always be moving on?' 'Not always,' Trip says, 'Not right now.

It's so easy to look back, but sometimes it's no use.

It's so easy to look back, but sometimes it's no use.A