Best 34 quotes in «eleanor and park quotes» category

Good-bye." she said. "Good-bye, Park." "Good-bye, Eleanor. You know, until tonight. When you're going to call me.

He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he'd imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it - so he'd have this moment, under her hair. He ran his fingertips along the chain and settled the pendant on her throat.

He's mad at me." "For what?" "For not being like him." Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?" "Basically.

He smiled, surprised. 'This is for me?' 'No,' she said, 'it's...' She couldn't think of anything funny to say. 'Yeah, it's for you.

Go on and honk," Eleanor said. "You think you can intimidate me with your swanlike good looks, but I'm not that kind of girl." "Lucky for me," Park said.

He'd stopped trying to bring her back.

He loved how much they loved each other. It was the thing he thought about when he woke up scared in the middle of the night. Not that they loved him- they were his parents, they had to love him. That they loved each other. They didn't have to do that.

I'd want to fly. I know it's not very useful, but ... it's flying.

I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?

I just can't believe that life would give us to each other," he said, "and then take it back." "I can," she said. "Life's a bastard." He held her tighter, and pushed his face into her neck. "But it's up to us..." he said softly. "It's up to us not to lose this.

I just want to break that song into pieces," she said, "and love them all to death.

I just meant that... I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too... That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I'm trying to say is, you're it. This is it for me.

Ni siquiera puedo respirar cuando no estamos juntos —susurró ella—. Y eso significa que, cuando te veo los lunes por la mañana, tengo la sensación de que llevo sesenta horas sin coger aire. Seguramente por eso refunfuño tanto y te contesto mal. Cuando estamos separados, me paso el tiempo pensando en ti, y cuando estamos juntos me invade el terror. Porque cada segundo cuenta. Y siento que he perdido el control. No soy dueña de mí misma, soy tuya. ¿Qué pasa si de repente te das cuenta de que ya no te gusto? ¿Cómo voy a gustarte tanto como tú me gustas a mí?

It's going to be okay. Right. Because I love you. Is that why? It is, actually.

No estoy listo para que dejes de ser mi problema.

No se había dado cuenta de Omaha fuera un sitio tan bonito. (Mentalmente, le atribuía el mérito a Park. El mundo se reconstruía a su alrededor para convertirse en un lugar mejor.)

No matter what happens," Park said, "I love you.

Qualunque cosa succeda, io non tornerò mai a casa» disse lei risoluta. «Lo so.» Eleanor tacque. «Qualunque cosa succeda,» disse Park «io ti amo.» E si abbracciarono. «Non riesco a credere che la vita ci abbia fatto dono l'uno dell'altra per poi riprendersi indietro tutto» continuò Park. «Io sì. La vita è una merda» fece lei. Park la strinse ancora di più a sé e le affondò il viso nel collo. «Sta a noi, però...» sussurrò. «Sta a noi non perdere tutto questo.

She was pretty sure she’d thank him for saving her life. Not just yesterday, but, like practically every day since they’d met. If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

She never felt like she belonged anywhere, expect for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

She wrapped her fingers around his and touched his palm with her thumb. Her fingers were trembling. Park shifted in his seat and turned his back to the aisle. "Okay?" she whispered. He nodded, taking a deep breath. They both stared down at their hands. Jesus.

This kiss had to last Park forever. It had to get him home. He needed to remember it when he woke up scared in the middle of the night.

Sit down." He said It came out angrily. The girl turned him like she couldn't tell weather he was another jerk or what. "Jesus-Fuck," Park said softly, nodding to the space next to him, "just sit down." The girl sat down. She didn't say anything- thank God, she didn't thank him- and she left six inches of space on the seat between them.

That's what people say- 'it's not good-bye' - when they're too afraid to face what they're really feeling. I'm not going to see you tomorrow, Park- I don't know when I'll see you again. That deserves more than 'it's not good-bye.'" "I'm not afraid to face what I'm feeling." he said. "Not you," she said, her voice breaking. "Me.

That's what people say- 'it's not good-bye' - when they're too afraid to face what they're really feeling, I'm not going to see you tomorrow, Park- I don't know when I'll see you again. That deserves more that 'it's not goodbye.' I'm not afraid to face what I'm feeling. Not you. Me.

There's not such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There's no such thing as happily ever after. She looked up at Park. Into his golden green eyes. You saved my life, she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's right now is yours. Always.

The world turned itself into a better place around him.

But..." I'm not ready for you to stop being my problem. "It makes more sense, Park. If you leave soon, you can still get home by dark.: "But if I leave soon..." His voice dropped. "I leave soon." "We have to say good-bye anyway." she said. "Does it matter if it's now or a few hours from now or tomorrow morning?" "Are you kidding?" he looked down at her, hoping he'd miss his turn. "Yes.

You look like you," he said. "You with the volume turned up.

Are you sure you want them to meet me?" she asked. "Yes," he said. "I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

What were the chances you'd ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away?

Ya no intentaba evocar su recuerdo. Ella volvía cuando quería, en sueños, en mentiras y en vagas sensaciones de algo ya vivido.

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them embossed on you, when you pull away.

And in those moments, Park thought about pulling back from her. "Not breaking up with her. That phrase didn't even seem to apply here. Just . . . erasing away. Recovering the six inches between them