Jess Rothenberg Quotes

Stories can be rewritten. Reshaped. Retold.

You did love me," I whispered. "Just not the same way I loved you.

He gave me a small smile, and in that smile I saw our whole catastrophic history playing out before my eyes.

Forever is a pretty long time. Maybe longer than you think.

And yes, when he kisses you, the rest of the world disappears and your brain shuts off and all you can feel are his lips and nothing else matters.

Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

Love is such a complete and total crock.

I remember now." I looked into his deep, dark, familiar eyes. "And I'll never forget again.

News flash, Bozo. Don't ever tell a girl to relax. It only makes us madder.

In the midst of happiness or despair
in sorrow or in joy
in pleasure or in pain:
Do what is right and you will be at peace.

One nice thing about heaven is that you can relive all your favorite moments and memories pretty much as many times as you want - sort of like a DVD of your whole life. Pause, rewind, fast-forward, slowwww motion, all day, every day.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended - what you did wrong or could have done differently - but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

Love hurts us all, no matter how old or young we are.

This Jacob dude sounds like a real Bilbo Douche-Baggins.

To have been lived to have love and to have been loved.

All of a sudden I felt invisible. Forgotten. Like the universe had played a really mean practical joke on me, even though I've never done anything to deserve it.

You fall, I fall, remember?

I gave him a look. "Are you always this charming?"
"Are you always this beautiful?

Love's super-sneaky like that.

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.

The trouble is, sometimes words are like arrows. Once you shoot them, there's no going back.

My heart belongs to you," I whispered. "It has always belonged to you.

War is sweet to those who have never fought.

No matter how much you think you know a person - no matter how pretty they act, or how popular they seem, you can never know what their lives are really like.

Love is no game. People cut their ears off over this stuff. People jump off the Eiffel Tower and sell all their possessions and move to Alaska to live with the grizzly bears, and then they get eaten and nobody hears them when they scream for help. That's right. Falling in love is pretty much the same thing as being eaten alive by a grizzly bear.

My heart didn't fail, someone failed my heart.

Like Wendy, John, and Michael Darling on the night Peter Pan taught them how to fly - I think one happy thought. In my pocket, I have a knife.

I knew then that I'd been right. I had felt something changing between us in the weeks before my death - slow and steady - but just hadn't wanted to admit it. A distance had been brewing, all chilly and gray. I'd chosen to sit and watch the storm clouds gather instead of running for cover at the first hint of rain. And I had paid the price for waiting. Because the storm became a hurricane.

He took your sweet, funny, perfect heart ... and he destroyed it. Why do you keep letting him do it over and over again?