Gayle Forman’s “If I Stay” Quotes (38 Quotes)

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Fake it till you make it actually worked.

Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn?t have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

No te asustes. Las mujeres pueden soportar los mayores dolores. Ya lo descubrirßs t· tambi?n. íJoder, joder!

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn?t believe it in my heart.

People believe what they want to believe.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

I want you to play me like a cello.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

I wasn't totally immune to the charms of the opposite sex, but I wasn't one of those romantic, swoony girls who had pink fluffy daydreams about falling in love.

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

All I can think about is how fucked up it would be for your life to end here, now. I mean I know that your life if fucked up no matter what now, forever. And I'm not dumb enough to think that I can undo that, that anyone can. But I can't wrap my mind around the notion of you not getting old, having kids, going to Juilliard, getting to play that cello in front of a huge audience, so that they can get the chills the way I do every time I see you pick up your bow, every time I see you smile at me.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

This is the you I like. You definitely dressed sexier and are, you know, blond, and that's different. But the you who are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow. I love that you're fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass.

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind.

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer.

But I'd understand if you chose love, Adam love, over music love. Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.