““What’s more, you’re loads better than you think you are.” “So why is it I get to thinking that way?” I puzzled. “That’s because you’re only half-living.” she said briskly. “The other half is still untapped somewhere.””

“The whole thing of what I’ve been trying,” you said, “is that you’re different, and you keep asking about the other girls, but what I mean is that I don’t think about them, because of the way you are.”

“You’re better than this, Adrian. Whatever the reason, you’re better than it. Don’t trick yourself into thinking you’re weaker than you are”

“Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It’s part of your charm. You’re in love with love.”

“A young man’s ambition — to get along in the world and make a place for himself — half your life goes that way, till you’re 45 or 50. Then, if you’re lucky, you make terms with life, you get released.”

“Lilia sighed. “Why me?” she said, still shaking. “Why should I have to tell it?”
“Because you’re the best liar,” Jerichau replied with a tight smile. “You can make it true.””

“I like what’s happening to me now in every way. When you’re twenty, you handle it a lot differently than when you’re thirty—and I’m thirty-three. I was naïve enough to think it would be easy to get here. It wasn’t.”

“If you do something and people think you’re stupid, just go for crazy. You get more respect that way because nobody likes stupid people.”

“What now? (Shahara)
I’m thinking. (Syn)
Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)
You’re not helping. (Syn)
You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

““Oh. I was beginning to worry.”
“You do that,” Kit laughed. “I like it better when you’re worried. Proves you’re thinking.”
She put out a pink tongue. “You’re mean and horrible. Why does everybody else like you?”
Kit scratched his head. “Search me. Guess it’s my good looks and charm.””