But it’s up to us …’ he said softly. ‘It’s up to us not to lose this.
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Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Rowell (born February 24, 1973) is an American author of young adult and adult contemporary novels. Her young adult novels Eleanor & Park (2013), Fangirl (2013) and Carry On (2015) have been subjects of critical acclaim. 2Career Rowell was a columnist and ad copywriter at the Omaha World-Herald from 1995 to 2012. After leaving her position as a columnist, Rowell began working for an ad agency and writing what would become her first published novel, Attachments, as a pastime. Rowell had a baby during this period and stopped working on the manuscript for two years. The novel, a contemporary romantic comedy about a company's IT guy who falls in love with a woman whose email he has been monitoring, was published in 2011. Kirkus Reviews listed it as one of the outstanding debuts that year. In 2012, Rowell completed the first draft of her young adult novel Fangirl for National Novel Writing Month. In 2013, Rowell published Fangirl and Eleanor & Park, another young adult novel. Both were named by The New York Times as among the best young adult fiction of the yea
I miss you, Eleanor. I want to be with you all the time. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, and the funniest, and everything you do surprises me. And I wish I could say that those are the reasons I like you, because that would make me sound like a really evolved human being …‘But I think it’s…
You saved me life, she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's me right now is yours. Always.
Nothing before you counts.
He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Nobody’s lives just fit together. Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen - because you love each other.
It’s more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one—and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you’re right.
Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you’re still not better off without it.
It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one — and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.
You don't know when you're twenty-three. You don't know what it really means to crawl into someone else's life and stay there. You can't see all the ways you're going to get tangled, how you're going to bond skin to skin. How the idea of separating will feel in five years, in ten—in fifteen. When…
I love you more than I hate everything else.
And I want to be happy. Like, seventy to eighty percent of the time. I want to be actively, thoughtfully happy.