Marie Lu Quotes

I think in friendship, you want to be there for your friend, and sometimes you just don't know what to do or the relationship you have with them is not clear enough for you to know what to do.

I don't even like to use the word relationship. I don't know what it means.

I don't really know that much about love, it turns out.

It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about.

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

You need to keep people close. You need to give them access to your heart.

And I needed a rock. Something to hold onto, to stand on. Something solid. Because everything was going soft, turning into mush, into marsh, into fog. Fog closing in on all sides. I didn't know where I was at all.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.

...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?

Confusion is better than stupid conclusions. In confusion, there is still a possibility. In stupid conclusion, there is no possibility.

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible.

I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option.

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

I've never felt like this before. I'm naked around you. Does it show? You see right through me and I can't hide. I'm naked around you. And it feels so right.

There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.

It can be so terrifying to open yourself up to true love. That love can be with your mate, with your child, with yourself, because we are ultimately such vulnerable little creatures in this world.

If you are ready to be intimate, you will encourage the other person also to be intimate. Your unpretentious simplicity will allow the other also to enjoy simplicity, innocence, trust, love, openness.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.