Slammed (Slammed, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

Regret is counterproductive. It’s looking back on a past that you can’t change. Questioning things as they occur can prevent regret in the future.

There’s so much more to relationships than just love.”

“There are three questions every woman should be able to answer yes to before she commits to a man. If you answer no to any of the three questions, run like hell.”

“Does he treat you with respect at all times? That’s the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire you to want to be a better person? You find someone you can answer yes about to all three, then you’ve found a good man.”

do the five stages of grief only apply to the death of a loved one? Could it not also apply to the death of an aspect of your life?

I wanna have friends that will let me be All alone when being alone is all that I need.

“Man, that’s unreal,” she says. “Yeah, it is. But it’s my real.”

Because every bit of it, every last bit of it, is fleeting. Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable. We’ll all eventually die.

“Push your boundaries, Lake. That’s what they’re there for.”

If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die.

“I know why people write poetry,” Javi says. “Because they’re a bunch of emotional saps with nothin’ better to do than whine about ex-girlfriends and dead dogs.” “You’re wrong, Javi,” I say. “That’s called country music.”

“So? So what if the heartache you wrote last year isn’t what you’re feeling today. It may be exactly what the person in the front row is feeling. What you’re feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now—that’s why you write poetry.”

You can’t run to another town, another place, another state. Whatever it is you’re running from—it goes with you. It stays with you until you find out how to confront it.

and her roaring waves are knocking the wind out of you, filling your lungs with water as you flail your arms, trying to get someone’s attention, but your friends just wave back at you?

So you keep your ocean, I’ll take the Lake.

Question everything.

Even though it’s hard to hide Push my feelings all aside I will rearrange my plans and change for you.

Life wants you to fight it.

“Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.” —Don’t take life too seriously. Punch it in the face when it needs a good hit. Laugh at it.

—Choose your battles, but don’t choose very many.