The Truth About Forever Quotes
"Words weren’t coming to me well; in fact I had trouble even recognizing them sometimes, entire sentences seeming like they were another language."
"All I’d wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way."
"He loved the potential, the possibility that there, in his eager hands, was the answer to one of life’s questions."
"I knew she blamed herself for his death, thought that maybe it was the added stress of Wildflower Ridge that taxed my dad’s heart."
"We parted our hair cleanly and stood up straight, greeting company—and the world—with the smiles we practiced in the quiet of our now-too-big dream house."
"I was about to tell him yes. Then I looked down at the towel and the box with all the other crap in it, and remembered how excited my dad was when each of them arrived."
"I’d perfected my reaction— a wow-look-at-that face, paired with an enthusiastic nod—at a young age."
"But after the funeral things got more serious, and before long, he asked her to marry him."
"I sat on the sill, propping my bare feet on the shingles. It was the best view, from my roof."
"Sometimes, I swear, it was like we were on the same wavelength."
"Maybe, by then, his chest was already hurting. I’d never know."
"I knew if he was haunting any place, it would be there."
"It seemed as good a time as any to believe, so when my light dropped to green and I could go, I put myself in gear and followed them."
"Doesn’t it seem, sometimes, that the whole damn world’s uphill?"
"It's like, everything and everyone refracts, each person having a different reaction. Like me and Wes."
"Not everyone needs a social life like you had, Caroline."
"I just think she's awfully young to be so serious about everything."
"I'm not discussing this. This is not the place or time."
"I haven’t meant to let the house go. It’s just been one more thing to deal with."
"You can’t just throw this sort of outfit together."
"Can’t a girl have high standards? I don’t want an ordinary boy."
"That’s one reason why I dress up so much, you know, because people are already staring. Might as well give them a show."
"I never complain about a bad hair day, that’s for sure."
"You get used to the weight, to how it holds you to a place."
"Just because someone's pretty doesn't mean she's decent. Or vice versa. I'm not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting."
"Everything about Wildflower Ridge led back to my mom."
"It was weird, I thought, how much you could have in common with someone and, from a distance, never even know it."
"I don’t know. Just because someone’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s decent. Or vice versa. I’m not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting."
"When my dad died, it was like everything felt really shaky, you know? And trying to be the best I could be, it gave me something to focus on. If I could just do everything right, then I was safe."
"It’s not about being perfect, really. It’s about... being in control."
"No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he’d become part of that story, of my story, too."
"You’re just setting yourself up to fail, because you’ll never get everything perfect."
"Why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?"
"Being here, miserable, day after day. In so many ways, I was realizing, the info desk was a lot like my life had been before Wish and Kristy and Wes."
"I’d just let her know exactly how I feel, without thinking first."
"It’s hard enough being that age, without a handicap to deal with."
"I don’t talk to anybody about what’s going on in my head, because I’m afraid they might not be able to take it."
"It’s only a half hour. Plus, I thought you were at that meeting."
"It’s always like this at the end of a project. It was like this with the houses, and the apartments. It doesn’t matter if it’s fifty million-dollar townhouses or one spec house. Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that’s what I do."
"I’m fine," she said, automatically, unthinkingly. "It’s just an expression," she said, but I still felt uneasy. "I’m fine."
"This is work, and for you, it’s never done. You promised me we’d take this vacation, and I’ve killed myself getting ready on time so we could have this week together as a family. You said you’d be done, but you’re never done."
"Don’t," my mother said, her voice low, "talk to me about grief. You have no idea."