Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

I’m envious of the resilience of a plant.

This girl has some serious issues in the people-skills department.

I’ve always admired musicians who are able to tune out everyone and everything around them and pour all of their focus into their music.

She’s so fiercely independent it’s almost intimidating.

But the words he just texted were like stairs stacked one on top of the other, and each compliment was like me running up each step until I reached the top of the damn world.

If this is a hypothetical question, I’m going to kill you for this heart attack. If it’s not hypothetical, I’m going to kill you for this heart attack.

Granted, I know people don’t do it to be disrespectful. It’s just simple ignorance, and that’s fine.

I shake myself out of my pathetic awe

I don’t need to hear it. I feel it.

because all talents have to be nurtured in order to excel, even for the gifted.

Oh, my dear sweet baby Jesus in a wicker basket.

God, I hate feelings. Or I hate my conscience. The two are constantly at war, and I’m not sure which one I’d rather turn off.

They’re better than most, just worse than some.

I admire that about her. She’s true to herself.

attraction is an ugly beast,

Truths are written, never said

How can two good people who both have such good intentions end up with feelings, derived from all the goodness, that are so incredibly bad?

I never realized how powerful desire could be.

It’s not so easy when you’re trying to win a war against the heart.

Breathe in, breathe out. Contract, expand. Beat, beat, pause. Beat, beat, pause. Inhale, exhale.

and a little bit evil, which I like. ;)

The entire relationship would be built on betrayal and deceit, and those two things have never made and will never make for a good foundation.

(because yes, Pluto will always be a planet to me)

Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.

causes my heart to betray me by dancing rapidly in my chest.

So while we’re in those situations, the lines become muddy, and reactions become unintentional.

However, since I can’t really define where the line is drawn between inappropriate and appropriate, it makes it hard to stay on the right side sometimes.

I’m worried that feelings are the one thing in our lives that we have absolutely no control over.

Territorial, are we?

I can’t win for losing.

That’s always been your story to tell, not mine.

It’s our lives that aren’t perfect for us.

Words can sometimes have a far greater effect on a heart than a kiss.

Is life really that black-and-white, though?

Now that the fight is finally coming to an end, I’m not even sure if I’m winning or losing.

I’m crying tears over the death of something that never even had the chance to live.

It’s the type of hatred that excuses otherwise inexcusable actions.

People can’t control matters of the heart,

He leaves the room, somehow having made me feel the tiniest bit better and a whole hell of a lot worse.

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”

I don’t even know who I’m mad at. Love, maybe? I think I’m mad at love.

I need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.

If you knew all your life that you were going to die at any moment, would you be okay with just barely living? Or would you live as hard as you could?

When I die, I need to know that I did everything I’ve ever wanted to do, and I’ve seen everything I’ve ever wanted to see, and I’ve loved everyone I’ve ever wanted to love.

you can’t live the life you want to live because your heart is too loyal for your own good.

I feel as if she doesn’t even need a hero. Why would she? She has someone so much stronger than I’ll ever be for her. She has herself.

However, knowing what I should do and abiding by what I should do are two completely different things.

There are songs I used to love that now I absolutely refuse to listen to.

but isn’t that what people do? We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.

People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it’s somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life.