It Ends with Us (It Ends with Us, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

don’t feel so awful when the night sky is clear enough to literally feel the grandeur of the universe.

I love this description

I love it when the sky makes me feel insignificant.

Deep thought

keep my aggression pent up until it manifests in the form of passive-aggressiveness,

Relatable

Voices should stop at the ears,

“What’s another great mystery of Boston?” “Your name.”

“There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.”

It’s as if he’s suspended between the desire to say something else to me and the need to leave.

There wasn’t much that happened in my life worth writing about before he entered it, but somehow I filled six journals full before he ever came into the picture.

something i’ve done

“Put my brother on the phone.”

is it going to be atlas or ryle?

“Do you have any idea how many doors I’ve knocked on to find you?” I shake my head, because I don’t. But now that he mentions it—how in the hell does he know where I live? “Twenty-nine,” he says. Then he holds up his hands and repeats the numbers with his fingers while he whispers, “Two… nine.”

I’ll never be able to respect rich people now, knowing they willingly choose to spend their money on materialistic things rather than using it to help other people.

Every time I pick up this journal I think I’ll be fine—that it all happened so long ago and I won’t still feel what I felt back then.