Elizabeth Eulberg Quotes

We all knew that you'd eventually end up with Macallan. I guess I should be offended, but maybe I read too many romance novels to no want to cheer for the two best friends.

So I guess I'm thankful that there'll always be jerky boys to remind us that we're worth more.

Freshman year was really great, actually. Pretty easy transition. We both made some new friends. No emotional trauma that wasn't solved with a Buggy and Floyd marathon. And then you had to get a boyfriend.

Jack throws his hands up. Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can't handle this. Please start freaking out.

It was pretty clear who was winning this battle. Even though it wasn't a competition. But part of me felt like it was. Which one of us could survive without the other?

But that's the thing with the what -if game- you really never know the answer to the question. And maybe it's better that way. Because underneath the surface what-ifs are much worse ones.

Friends lie to make each other feel better.

But would a high school romance really be worth sacrificing our friendship? No. We were better off friends.

So Elizabeth, dare we take the dance floor again in hopes of repeating that splendid performance given by Lydia?

So does this mean we're officially young adults now?" I asked her.
"I don't know. I've already been reading those kinds of books for a few years."
"Uh-oh, does this mean I'm still a baby? I really love EVERYONE POOPS.

If I only had one goal, it would be to make her laugh loudly every day.

I tried to remember what Rita had said about being a bigger person. I could either calmly tell him that he was mistaken or let him have it. I could be the bigger person or I could be like any normal sixteen-year-old.
Like there really was a choice.
"First off, you ever call me a babe again and no medical team on earth will be able to tell that you were once a guy."
I was only sixteen after all.

I understand how people can get caught up in moments like that. How you want to keep reliving one small fraction of time when you felt invincible.

That was what should truly matter in this world. What you have to offer people, not what you can buy.

There wasn't much that scared her. She was the strongest person I'd ever known. And I'm not talking about the kind of strength that's measured by the number of reps someone can perform. I'm talking about being fearless. About standing up for yourself. About not caring what people think.

I didn't like having secrets. Secrets only ended up hurting people.

This entire time I'd been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night.
It's where you feel like yourself.
Where you're most comfortable.
Where you don't have to pretend, where you can just be you.
I had finally reached that place because Macallan is home to me.

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

Nobody wants to give up a weekend-long excuse to dress up and attempt to outshine one another.

3) Saturday night is the official meeting night of Penny Lane's Lonely Hearts Club. Attendance is mandatory. Exceptions are for family emergencies and bad hair days only.

Tracy and I were among the few girls left in our class who hadn't made it to the table as Todd's girl of the moment. I'd never had the desire to be part of their demented version of Noah's Ark, where you could only survive if you were paired up with a member of the opposite sex. If I had to choose between dating Todd and missing the boat, I was fully prepared to drown.

I could take chances with my heart and I would be able to bounce back, and anything that might hurt me would just make me stronger in the end. And I did deserve everything I wanted-somebody who would appreciate me, somebody I could trust, someone who liked me for me.

Georgie took out her phone. 'I want to take a picture of you two.' She held up her phone and motioned for us to get together.
Darcy and I lined up against the railing. 'No, I need you closer together to get you both in the photo,' she instructed.
I had taken countless pictures on the waterfront and I knew that if you were getting the skyline in the background, you didn't need to be that close.
Darcy put his arm around my shoulder and we leaned in. I slipped my arm around his waist and I noticed how easily I fit into the little nook on his side.
'Oh, hold on, I'm having problems.' Georgie played with her phone for a few moments while we just stood there in our posed embrace.
'Georgie ... '
She looked up at her brother and blushed. 'Um, I think it works now.

After all, most trouble usually starts with a boy.

Friend is the worst word you can hear when professing your love to someone.

If you don't have any feelings for Will Darcy, why are you blushing and fixing your hair?

I know, but it's just one night and I really think it's silly to spend thousands of dollars on a dress you only wear once.

But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night. It's where you feel like yourself. Where you're most comfortable. Where you don't have to pretend, where you can be just you.

Sure, I had missed her. But it was more the memory of her.

Oh, Darcy!' Fitz grabbed Darcy by the collar. 'You have such a way with the ladies.

One player does not a team or victory make.

There was only one thing I could do to ease the pain. I turned to the only four guys who'd never let me down. The only four guys who'd never broken my heart, who'd never disappointed me.
John, Paul, George, and Ringo.
Anybody who has ever clung to a song like a musical life raft will understand. Or put on a song to bring out an emotion or a memory. Or had a soundtrack playing in their head to drown out a conversation or a scene.

It's very easy to get a boy to leave the room.
It's much harder to get him to leave your thoughts.

It's the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.

We'd hit rock bottom, but this is what is found there. The truth.

We had both made mistakes and been admittedly stubborn, but we need to move on with, not away from, each other.

Tracy danced over to me. "So, if I have to pretend to be a Beatle, can I be Yoko?

I am not complete without you.

You've got to hide your love away. You can't just hide your feelings. You have to destroy them. Kill them before they kill you.

You really are becoming unraveled without me.

A work in progress. And the possibilities are endless.

Then it hits me: High school is exactly like a beauty pageant. Of course. Walking down a hallway is like being on stage, being judged by your appearance.

On a scale from one to ten, how much of a pain was I after my injury?
And please be honest.
Do you think I would hold back on you?
Unfortunately, no.
On a scale from one to ten? Thirteen.
Fair enough.
Now I have a question for you.
On a scale from one to ten, how annoyed were you that I was going to the dance with someone else?
Infinity.

There you are! Logan says, and I try to keep my heart from floating out of my body when he smiles at me.

Come on, Penny. Rita came over and Nate loosened his grasp. We've got to go to the kitchen. She turned to Nate. You know, the room with all the sharp knives.

So, as I was saying, guys and girls can be friends.
Best friends.
And what's better than falling in love with your best friend?
Nothing.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Garbage gets dumped, and now so have you. - Brian (to Amy)

One play does not a team or victory make.

It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn't like the same things as everybody else.

And Nate? You kiss like a slobbering dog, you have bad breath, and you wouldn't know how to punch the right buttons on a girl if we came with manuals. Happy Thanksgiving, Jackass.

Elizabeth Bennet, will you do me the great honor of not going to prom with me?

Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever we're alone. When you're comfortable with someone, you don't need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.

And anything that might hurt me would just make me stronger in the end.

Sometimes friends have to suffer for their friends' happiness.

Secrets only ended up hurting other people.

That's impossible," I replied. Diane Monroe and Ryan Bauer had been together for four years. They were supposed to get married, have 2.4 kids, and have a 50 percent chance of living happily ever
after.

I would've blown away every last runner that time. Because at the end of this finish line wasn't a trophy - it was Macallan.

What a clear, poweful emotion - thankfulness. It hadn't occurred to me in a long time that I could be someone that another person would be thankful for. Not for anything I'd done or said, but simply for who I was, and who I had the potential to be.

I'll never understand why everybody puts so much emphasis on January first. There are three hundred and sixty-four other days in the year that you can make a change. Or make a fresh start.