Megan Squires Quotes

Perhaps it was our tragedies that aligned our paths in such a way that they would even be capable of crossing.

I wondered what sound he would call it if I told him that saying things like that made me want to spend forever with him.

You like these? They don't make my butt look big?"
Well, of course by saying that, he'd pretty much just glued my eyes to his backside, not that they weren't there already.
"No, it's perfect."
"You think my ass is perfect?"
"Is there any answer I can say now that won't make me sound like a complete creep? 'Cause I'm feeling a little backed into a corner here.

...sometimes the ones who have the right to you aren't necessarily the ones who know what's right for you.

I want to live for today, hope for tomorrow, and try to look for the good in everything in between.

Oh, Phil," I teased. "You know what happens when you assume."
"Yes. Someone makes an overdone, tripe joke about the spelling of a commonly used verb.

We had right now, and that's all I truly needed. That's all we were ever really guaranteed.

Hey." The sound came out of him an octave deeper than all the others. "Can I ask your opinion on something else?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"What's your opinion on kissing me?"
I stopped breathing, aware that if I kept doing it, it would be all shaky and quivering. Utterly humiliating.
"I mean, not right now." I was so grateful Lincoln continued talking so his words could mask the nervous vibration in my exhale. I desperately needed another breath. Things were getting that fuzzy rimmed blackness that precluded passing out. "But, like, someday. Like, can I someday kiss you? Even if someday is really far off. Would that be okay?"
"I think that might be okay. Someday.

We're the summation of our histories, so if this guy is truly falling in love with you, he's falling for your past as much as he's falling for your present.

Everthing-absolutely everything-will be my I love you, Eppie.

Oh jetlag, you were a naughty bot, waking me up int he wee hours of the night like this and delivering a half-naked man to my room. Honestly, what was I expected to do with this?

I've actually got a new sorta-boyfriend and I suppose maybe I'll have shake-the-rafters, rattle-the-windows sex with him since I'll finally be legal and all."
"Eponine," Phil hissed. Maube I'd only said it for the reaction, because there was absolutely no way that would be happening withing the month. I could count the numbers of boys I'd merely kissed on one hand. I didn't even need a hand at all to number the guys I'd slept with. I figured the integer wasn't about to change any time soon, either.
"Obviously I'm kidding, Phil." His posture relaxed, only slightly. "We'll be quiet.

I grinned. I wanted to dive across the cab and make out with his face, but figured grinning was probably more appropriate for this time and space.

Maybe he was a softy, but that was okay. Being hardened by this world, I figured, was a true tragedy, and Lincoln didn't belong in a tragedy. A comedy of errors, possibly, but not a tragedy. For as long as I was in his life, I wouldn't let that be the outcome.

I'm trying to decide if I should be worried by the fact that your actions are slightly stalkerish, sitting on my roof in the dead of the night and all."
"I think what you should be more concerned with is the fact that I've waved to, smiled at, and exchanged pleasantries with at least three of your neighbors while up here, and not a single one of them had altered the authorities.

The window didn't shake when she yelled. I looked, but it didn't even rattle. Her scream was less screamy than Dad's.