Anne Eliot Quotes & Sayings

Yo QT. r u there? I dart Kika a glance. "What does that mean? He called me a Q-tip?" Kika laughs and sits next to me. "Read it out loud. It will make more sense." "Yo-Q-T ru there. Q ... T ... ?" "Q — Anne Eliot

Won't be able to live with myself if I don't at least try to convince you of my feelings. Not after that kiss. Not after how it's rearranged my whole heart. — Anne Eliot

Almost. Almost.
How I hate that word and the way it defines me.
Almost raped. Almost over it. Almost normal.
I can almost forget. Way worse, I can almost remember. — Anne Eliot

Vere spoke again, "You want us to hide this six-foot-three, positively gorgeous, famous rock star - one who has sports-drink blue eyes BY THE WAY - and who is absolutely PERFECT looking, at Palmer Divide High? In this town? In my junior class?"
"Yes," Mrs. Roth answered. "Why is it such a difficult concept for you to grasp?"
"Because guys who look like that." She pointed a finger at him. "Do not come from this town. In addition to the face, he's too tall, and he's got the posture of some Russian - ballerina! And did you not notice his voice?"
"What's wrong with my voice?" Hunter frowned.
"It's all LOW and, SUPER-MANLY-AMAZING," she modulated her voice down, trying to sound like him.
Charlie cracked up, and Hunter had to bury his own laugh. — Anne Eliot

Can two trapped people help each other, or will they simply bring each other more heart ache? — Anne Eliot

Is this a habit of yours?" he asks.
"What?"
"Dropping stuff whenever you first see me? It's kind of cute. Flattering," he adds, straightening while easily holding all of my stuff in his giant arms.
I've recovered enough to roll my eyes. "Maybe the habit is connected to your urge to rifle through my private things every time you see me?"
"It's possible. Your stuff is so randomly interesting." He eyes my science kit and then scans through the pile of papers in his hands. "You got any other lists that need checking off? College tuition aside, I'm also trying to save for a new car." He laughs. — Anne Eliot

Just be where you are. Right now. Be in this moment only. That's all that really counts ... One breath at a time. It's all we can control ... — Anne Eliot

I grab my bag and open the door, trying to ignore him. But ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tutu. A really hot elephant-in a very manly tutu. — Anne Eliot

What does disabled mean anyhow? — Anne Eliot

I want you to know if we die right now, I won't be able to distinguish if I've made it to heaven or not, because I'm already sitting here with you.. like this. -Gray Porter — Anne Eliot

I could be tiny and near the ground, unable to move very fast or far, but with a simple lift of a camera, that lens let me go places I couldn't even imagine. — Anne Eliot

If you don't want my services, then it's only fair you cut me loose so I can make another girl or two happy this summer. Or three." He shifts my papers into a neater pile.
"What will they do once I take you off the market?" I ask. "I can only imagine the poor girls wandering around like a lost herd of sheep all summer, wondering where you went." I risk another glance at the staring girls and shudder. "Do they even blink? Baa. Baa. Baa. — Anne Eliot

Someone should give them all an A+ for chewing, Vere whispered. — Anne Eliot

As awkward as this moment is, I'm intrigued with the possibilities of what this could mean. Gray Porter holding up my bangs while I memorize the depth of his chin divot ranks at the top of my things-that-have-overly-surprised me list! I don't really have such a list. But when I get home, I'm making one. — Anne Eliot

What? You seriously don't believe me? " He pulled halfheartedly at his shirt so she could catch a glimpse of a perfectly flat, washboard stomach. "Want to give it a fist tap? It's solid."
"No! No. And no!!" She gasped. "Oh. My. God! Keep that shirt down. OHMYGOD." She choked out an embarrassed sounding laugh. — Anne Eliot

Person slaughtered: Me. Method used: Dimple. The guy has a dimple. — Anne Eliot

I start the engine and shoot a glance through the tinted window, figuring if anyone is still watching, they can no longer see past my silhouette. Gray seems to have been waiting for a movement like this. He's waving like a dork and swinging my long forgotten pink hoodie high in the air so I can see it.
He's yelling, "Bye Jess!" He flips my hoodie onto his shoulders and ties it around his neck until it looks like a ridiculous scarf - as though he means to wear it like that for a long time. — Anne Eliot

Pretend-dating Gray Porter is going to be like pretend-dating a rainbow. Everyone looks at him all the time. — Anne Eliot

With a lightning quick glance at me first, he reads one bumper sticker: Member: BBB. Boys in Books are Better? — Anne Eliot

I'm talking head over heels, down on my
knees, from the bottom of my heart, IN love,
with you, Vere. That kiss blew me away. I
know you felt something too - something
more for me. Don't you? — Anne Eliot

If only Gray Porter had never wandered into my dreams.
Including the good, waking ones. — Anne Eliot

I'd rather be in Forks? I shop the HOB? What do these even mean?! — Anne Eliot

I pat the brand new twenty-seven inch Macintosh computers Mr. Foley brought us. 'These boxes alone should make both of us scream like it's Christmas morning! Snap out of it. Santa came! Now we get to play with all of our toys! — Anne Eliot

With two small touches and a smile, he's killed my brain. — Anne Eliot

She stopped at a red light and turned to face him. "Look. You must know your eyes are truly distracting, and you keep LOOKING at me. I've also never talked to anyone who sounds like a movie trailer announcer before. Your voice is so cool. I'm sure you know that. It's probably part of your famousness. But here in this car it's unsettling, because I have this sensation you might suddenly begin sentences with some dramatic start." She lowered her voice. "like ... IN A WORLD, FAR, FAR AWAY ... — Anne Eliot

Name me Edward, or Peeta, or Prince Charming, and I swear - I'll quit. — Anne Eliot

I bet girls never agonize about texts like this. — Anne Eliot

Without another word, I turn my back and start for my Jeep, wondering if he can hear how loudly he's made my heart pound.
"Okay then, see you after school, Jess. It's a date. We'll have some fun! Good luck on your afternoon final!"
He sounds like a stupid megaphone. When I don't answer and hunch my shoulders, his low laugh adds a trail of goose bumps coursing down my neck. — Anne Eliot

You're the luckiest person in the whole world to have already figured out what you love. And you'll be, quite possibly, the stupidest person in the world - if you don't hold on to it. — Anne Eliot

I know I'm acting crazy but I'm in love with this girl. Major love. And I have no idea what to do about it, so it's messing with my sanity. — Anne Eliot

Nice of you to care, gnome girl. He tapped his cheeks, grinning now. — Anne Eliot

She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS. — Anne Eliot

So that's a make-up kiss? Let's have another fight soon. — Anne Eliot

He shrugged, working to make her understand. There's whole YouTube montages playing still shots of my butt to music. I don't take credit for it. My mom's been paying a trainer for years. Oh, and my six-pack won a Fan's Choice Award called the SixPackAttack. Three years running. — Anne Eliot

Everyone has scars, they just aren't as visible as yours — Anne Eliot

I haven't come here with you for the sole purpose of making out," I evade, wondering if she can hear my heart.She scrunches her nose, arches a brow, and meets my gaze dead on with her cutest challenge glare. "Well that's why I've brought you here. — Anne Eliot

Mr. Roth. The Devil is holding your daughter's hand. Now would be a great time to step up and whack the kid with your fire poker — Anne Eliot

I repel all guys. Now I have proof. PROOF.
Wait till Jenna hears. Maybe I need a different deodorant?
She ran her tongue over her teeth. Or toothpaste? — Anne Eliot

Sometimes different is not better, — Anne Eliot

Maybe you need to save your dad-concerns for when I'm found drunk, or high - and - arrested because my secret Argentinean boyfriend, Ignacio, convinced me to smuggle condoms full of drugs and — Anne Eliot

I do have rough, manly, and mannish, man hands. So glad you noticed. — Anne Eliot

OHMYGOD. I hate myself right now. I think I also just blatantly sniffed him! — Anne Eliot

He shrugged happily. Let's make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I'm never lost. What say you, dork judge? — Anne Eliot

After all the work and lies - and lotion - it took to get me into this parking lot, I'm not going home without more success to add to my list. — Anne Eliot

Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts," he adds nodding. "Do you ever watch the animated stuff?"
Grin. Grin. Grin.
I'm seriously at risk of an old-style faint. Holy-WTHECK? My neck and cheeks are volcano-hot. My entire chest swarms with an uncontrollable butterfly attack.
Butterfly riot.
Butterfly massacre.
Person slaughtered: Me.
Method used: Dimple.
The guy has a dimple. Of course he does. To match the Hollywood chin divot. To make the lump on my forehead pound even harder.
Points for Gray Porter: 3,000,000-bajallion, trillion to the millionth power. — Anne Eliot

Jenna still called it: 'The Incident That Can Not be Named'. As in, Vere's personal Voldemort. — Anne Eliot

I think I'm losing control all over again. This is because I've registered two things above and beyond his hypnotic green eyes and rock star hot voice.
1. His perfectly square chin has one of those little divots dead center.
2. He's taller, and wider across the shoulders than I'd thought.
My heart ramps into some sort of a private hailstorm.
My list won't stop.
3. His hair is still shower damp. It's made up of little inky-black curls - an amazing amount of them.
4. The dumb eyes aren't simply green. They're like an exploded rainbow of greens and gold and browns. On closer inspection, he's ... he's simply overall amazing and ... I'll just say it again:
HOLY. HOLY. WOW. — Anne Eliot

Again, what if you and I are meant to break all of the unwritten and written rules? — Anne Eliot

If one fish nibbles my toes I'm going to lose all testosterone and scream like a little girl in front of you. They won't will they? — Anne Eliot

I nod and tap my fingers against my knees. "What to do with a girlfriend while I work my hours at the TOG. Hmm ... Can I really do this? Will I be able to pull it off? Will she be able to read at the snack bar tables without losing her mind," I mumble.
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Yes. Bad habit. Does it bother you?" I walk back over to her side of the small stage.
"No. It's interesting. I hate people knowing my thoughts. But yours just fall out of your head so easily." She shrugs.
"I never thought of it like that ... but you're my girlfriend now ... so who cares if you know what I think?"
Her cheeks turn pink, and I laugh. — Anne Eliot

You're calling me beautiful now? Throwing out more compliments, just when you swore you'd never. Do you want me to become permanently stuck up? — Anne Eliot

We'll need to clarify for the record, that I'm a pretend girlfriend. Pretend," she demands. "Got it? If you're giving me that goofy look because you think there are going to be benefits as part of this deal, you can just hold it right there! Pretend girlfriend. Say it with me."
I shake my head at her outrageous comments. "Please. I've got that understood."
"Good. — Anne Eliot

Adorkable. It's in its own category. — Anne Eliot

I'll make sure you forget every guy but me, Jess Jordan. And that's a promise I mean to keep.
Oh, that voice. — Anne Eliot

This time, I know all of his tricks: dimples, divots, smiles, and cute eye-crinkle things. Bring it on. — Anne Eliot

Wait. What? You kissed at the bonfire?" Ellen flushes and nods. "Seriously? You didn't tell me? What kind of crap best-friend rule book did you read, Ellen, because the one I've got has way different chapters as to how information is supposed to be handed over. — Anne Eliot

Let the contract state that I want the Mr Darcy accent once a week! — Anne Eliot

We'll do roller. Okay?"
She shrugs. "It's your funerals. Whatever you think will seem realistic, but know this: innocent children will die, limbs will break, and walls will come crashing down. — Anne Eliot

She kept her voice steady in an attempt to play this cool. "Uh, Mom? Any time you want to step in? Permanently ground him? Take away his car privileges and give them to me?"
"Uh, Mom," Charlie spun faster, mimicking Vere's higher voice with a girly voice of his own. "Any time you want to step in and help Vere with her man skills? I've decided to launch her into popular society. — Anne Eliot

Holy mother of ripped-gorgeous.
Get over the assets. Get over the assets.
It's an award-winning six pack. SO WHAT? Get over it.
He's just your friend. Your Dustin McHugh. — Anne Eliot

Are you completely slow? YES. I'm mental. This is why I have a list called 'how to be normal — Anne Eliot

It's really hard to deny a kid who's father has passed away. We all just wanted you to be happy so we messed that up. Your career wasn't about the money. Not at first. It gave you both something big to do so you could stay busy and forget how much you missed your dad." His heart twisted, and he whispered, "When I think of him ... I don't remember his face, but I do remember how much it hurt to have him simply there one day and gone the next ... just gone." Nan nodded. "Imagine how your mom felt. Your dad was the love of her life. — Anne Eliot

Ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tut. A really hot elephant in a tutu ... a very manly tutu. -Jess — Anne Eliot

Maybe because he's already been in my dreams for so long, it feels to me as though we've always been together. — Anne Eliot

I'm living in fiction. It's perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren't yours. — Anne Eliot

Lucky. Lucky. Lucky girl.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened. — Anne Eliot

Hey now, it issthhhh new technology. Dustin: "The dentissthh says all my teethtths will ssseparate if I don't keep it in."
Jenna: "But our eyes could separate if you don't take it out - — Anne Eliot

Jenna sighed, "What would a bodyguard do for us? Battle our invisible boyfriends?"
Vere laughed. "Heck yes. Invisible boyfriends can get really out of hand. — Anne Eliot

Say something, Jess. Say anything.
And just when I'm about to think of what I should say next, my mouth goes into whacked overdrive like I'm possessed. "The graphic art in Clone Wars is my favorite," I say. "I love how they drew the characters. You know - how everything looks so angular and - "
My words tangle and freeze when my brain finally arrives to shut it down.
Say something but NOT THAT, you psycho!
"Clone Wars. Love it, do I? Yesss." He's actually responded in a Yoda voice!
I blink.
His eyes are kind, sparkling with laughter and still, all too green. Yoda green! — Anne Eliot

And you do, don't you? Love me just a little? Because I'll say it again. Right now, to your face. I straight up love you, Jess Jordan. I'll shout it if it will help plead my case. But I have to at least get that point across before one more minute passes. — Anne Eliot

Nobody sounds like that! Mom, Aunt Nan, it won't work. No way is he ever, ever, ever going to blend in. And his ... you know ... his shoulders are all wide and he's all tan and looks Superman strong ... and ... "
"Anything else? Should I turn around? — Anne Eliot

The soft trembling feel of her lips sends lightning down my spine. And I soar, fly, and die of happiness all in the same second. — Anne Eliot

I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: "The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind." I attack the curtain with a flourish and sing on, "innnnside your mind. — Anne Eliot

Irish-sparkle-fish, — Anne Eliot

We need to meet and flesh out the details of our ... you know ... whatever. I don't know what to call it. Our contract."
"I was thinking the same thing. But can we call it our epic summer romance? Contract sounds so stuffy." He smiles again. — Anne Eliot

Jenna turned and shot her another worried look. Her tone was ultra soothing. Yeah. I hear you. And I'm head over heels with Harry Potter and
Peeta Mellark. Stay with me. Okay? I'm right here. I feel your love. Now feel mine and start walking. — Anne Eliot

Look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet.
"You're doing it again," she says.
"What?"
"You're turning all pasty and greenish. And you're muttering to yourself again. Can't you at least hide your complete aversion to me? A few more minutes in your company and I might as well go tie myself to a train track. — Anne Eliot

Charlie snorted. Sure. Insta-friends with one of the world's most famous rock stars. ZERO weirdness. Check. And you're not my type either, dude. — Anne Eliot

That wasn't about you personally. It's ... I don't hang out much alone. I mean - I don't often hang out with guys. Alone. They usually make me ... uh ...
Panic, turn bright red, feel dizzy, want to vomit, stutter, stop breathing, drop things, die from the inside out, and let's not forget head-butt the people I truly love until they require hospitalization. — Anne Eliot

I have no limitations, Miss Brown. Please. Stop. — Anne Eliot

Vere blinked. And blinked. And blinked. And blinked.
OMG. Try to speak. Try. — Anne Eliot

Don't say that. Don't even joke about it! The idea of ten weeks with a single, locked-down girlfriend - even the fake kind - gives me all over body hives. Sue me for making a face about that. I don't think you've thought any of this through. It would involve all of our friends, parents - even if we don't use my real name - text messaging, emails - and a lot of time. Time is something I don't have to burn. Plus, it would kill the variety of ... of ... yeah ... girl fun in my summer," I imply, wondering if she'll call my bluff. The only real summer varieties I score are the extra odd jobs I pick up at the rink.
She turns bright red and I have to hide my smile.
"Disgusting," she snorts and reverts back to rubbing her temples. — Anne Eliot

I'm not going to make a big deal about a few tummy flutters because ... dead people, old people, even furniture would get butterflies if they met this guy. — Anne Eliot

IN A WORLD WHERE BUNNIES RUN WILD — Anne Eliot

First. Don't get drunk. Don't smoke anything."
"Duh. What are you, my dad? That's easy. I don't drink. We aren't even twenty-one. I seriously doubt anyone will be drinking at the Hodjwick house. And who smokes cigarettes anymore? So gross."
Dustin shook his head. "You are so backwards. I wasn't talking about cigarettes, and if you truly believe no one will be drinking at a high school party on a Saturday night then you are too much of a baby to even leave your own house. — Anne Eliot

*Rose petals, doves, and the sinister cherubs make a big reappearance, shouting, "Ready. Aim. Fire."* — Anne Eliot

I raise an eyebrow, working to achieve the right tone of intellectual superiority. If you've never read the Twilight books or the Hunger Games series you wouldn't understand. Not. One. Bit. They are complex stories. Big words. Probably beyond you. — Anne Eliot

You have my word. I won't let anyone-anything hurt you. This will work out. It will. — Anne Eliot

The tragedy is all right there ... in the very beginning when he smiles at her. When she instantly forgets. Forgets how dangerous he is. — Anne Eliot

But what if the promises means life and death? What about bliss? Saving your soul? If all that is at stake, then promises need to be broken. — Anne Eliot

I was so happy when I found out the wounds you'd inflicted weren't serious, that you had stopped."
"Yes, I stopped. Barry, all of you, see what I did as this suicide attempt. But I didn't want to die. I only wanted my mom to hear me. To come find me. To see that I was sad. To help me, I guess. I just didn't have it in me to tell her what I needed. And fine, I get now that she couldn't read my mind."
He wiped his eyes again.
"But I didn't get it then. I'm so mad at myself. What was wrong with me that I couldn't just tell her? That I didn't have the capacity to ask her for anything. — Anne Eliot

I swear you can see in Juliet's eyes that she knows she's going to die because of how she feels for this guy.
I think, this scene is where the true tragedy lives. It's not because they both die in the end. The tragedy is all right there ... in the very beginning. When he smiles at her. When she instantly forgets.
Forgets how dangerous he is.
You can't blame her for how it plays out. Romeo's so amazing in this movie - what he says to her - how he looks at her. She's obviously drowning in butterflies.
I know for a fact now, butterflies like that can be horrible, beautiful things. — Anne Eliot

Please don't tell me you drive with your eyes closed. — Anne Eliot

Insta-love never works, you know that. — Anne Eliot

Be all the dork that I can be?" he tried.
Her turn. "Hamlet: To dork, or not to dork, that is the question." She smiled proudly, thinking of another. "The apparel 'oft proclaims the man!"
He chuckled. "Hamlet again, but this time with an English accent: Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. — Anne Eliot

Relentlessly, I read on: Number one: Make at least two friends your own age. Number two: Go places besides your room. Number three: Get boyfriend. Number four: Make sure Mom and Dad notice numbers one through three. — Anne Eliot