Best 85 quotes in «fangirl quotes» category

I like your glasses," he said. "I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don't smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me...Cather." He kissed her mouth. "Look at me." She did. "I choose you over everyone.

I mean..." Levi leaned forward, hands still fisted in his pockets. "I mean, I spent four months trying to kiss you and the last six weeks trying to figure out how I managed to fuck everything up. All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am and why you should give me another chance. And I just want to know - are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?" Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved. She nodded her head. The right side of his mouth pulled up. "I'm rooting for you", she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear from the bed. Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.

I'm just really active in the fandom." "What the fuck is 'the fandom'?

I'm not really a book person." "That might be the most idiotic thing you've ever said to me.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you taste? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you? . . . Bah.

I take back the cakes!” “You tell him,” Simon said. “Shut up, Snow.

It's a strange world" "The strangest

It’s just . . . everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be.

It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel

In truth, it is the act of amassing such details — and discussing them — that breeds the intimacy, but not between the fan and the fangirl: rather, between the fangirls themselves, who are bound together by their curiosity for this otherwise meaningless knowledge.

It was a good weekend. Five thousand words of Carry On. Fish tacos with radish and shredded cabbage. Only two more conversations about Wren. And Sunday afternoon brought Levi back, taking her front steps two at a time.

I want to pretend this didn't happen." "Okay.

I suck at being social. I think one thing and my mouth says something completely different, like I'm possessed. By a whole lot of stupid.

Nothing can break me unless I let it.

Maybe it was obsessio, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

Never give up on your dreams, and never let anyone tell you that what you love is inconsequential or useless or a waste of time. Because if you love it? If that OTP or children's card game or abridged series or YA book or animated series makes you happy? That is never a waste of time. Because in the end we're all just a bunch of weirdos standing in front of other weirdos, asking for their username.

Nothing I'm good at is the sort of thing that matters there.Being smart doesn't matter-and being good with words.And when those things do matter,it's only because people want something from me.Not because they want me.

Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

Oh sometimes it had taken her hours or days to recover from a particularly emotional book..

She stood in front of the speakers instead and closed her eyes, not really dancing, just bouncing and whispering the lyrics. After the first verse, she was dancing.

Nada me puede romper, a menos que lo permita.

Shhh." "I just-" "Hush." "I worry-" "Don't." "But-" "Simon." "Baz?" "Here.

Some infinities are bigger than others

Some people are born to fandom, others have fandom thrust upon them.

So this is what you look like when you're keeping a giant secret from me - exactly the same as usual.

Prefiero verterme a mí misma en un mundo que amo y entiendo, que tratar de hacer algo de la nada.

Tell me why you're so unhappy." "It's just...everything.There are too many people.And I don't fit in.I don't know how to be.

So stop making it so hard, Cath. You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

...story is a powerful stimulant with tremendous influence over how we think and act. Like meth, only safer.

-Te echo de menos. -Vaya tontería. Nos hemos visto esta mañana. -No es cuestión de tiempo, sino de distancia.

The problem with playing hide-and-seek with your sister is that sometimes she gets bored and stops looking for you. And there you are - under the couch, in the closet, wedged behind the lilac tree - and you don't want to give up, because maybe she's just biding her time. But maybe she's wandered off...

The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure, and meaningful. It doesn't matter that it might ferment and taste different when you're older.

She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies

There was a boy in her room.

Why do I write? To be somewhere else To get free of ourselves To stop To stop being anything or anywhere at all To disappear

They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy.

They were just stories, but stories weren't just anything.

Tout l'intérêt des fanfics, c'est de jouer avec l'univers de quelqu'un d'autre, d'en modifier les règles fondatrices, de les plier à tes inspirations. L'histoire n'a plus à se terminer lorsque Gemma Leslie s'en sera lassée. Tu peux rester dans ce monde aussi longtemps que tu as de nouvelles histoires à raconter.

What’s wrong with Starbucks?" “It's a big, faceless corporation.” He raised a good-natured brow. “So far, they've let me keep my face.

What's wrong with Starbucks?" - Levi Stewart

When she sat down to write, she didn't have to wade back into the story slowly, waiting to get used to the temperature.

What would we do together?" Cath asked. "He'd want to go to the bar,and I'd want to stay home and write fanfiction.

Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath's stomach.

You can tell Laura to go fuck herself. Like to infinity and beyond.

You're not the ugly one." Levi grinned. "You're just the Clark Kent." Cath started checking her e-mail. "Hey, Cath," Levi said, kicking her chair. She could hear the teasing in his voice. "Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?

You didn’t realize how much work everyone else put into holding themselves upright until you saw Levi leaning against a wall. He looked like he was leaning on something even when he wasn’t. He made standing look like vertical lying down.

You don’t have any friends, your sister dumped you, you’re a freak eater..and you’ve got some weird thing about Simon Snow." "I object to every single thing you just said." Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing dark red lipstick. "I have lots of friends," Cath said. "I never see them." "I just got here. Most of my friends went to other schools. Or they’re online." "Internet friends don’t count." "Why not?" Reagan shrugged disdainfully. "And I don’t have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I’m just really active in the fandom." "What the fuck is ‘the fandom’?

You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?

You're beautiful," she said. "That's you." "Don't argue with me. You're beautiful.