The Problem with Forever Quotes

“It's just that I think sometimes you miss what's going on around you, because you're so worried about what others are thinking about you and your choices.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“There were things I liked, things that had caught my attention over the years, but for the most part, I was empty.

Over the past couple of years, I'd been slowly unpacking all the emotional baggage from the past, all the trauma and fear, but that mess had done more than just keep me silent, existing in the background. It had held me back from–from living. Wasn't that what being passionate really was? Living? Except that fear was still there and because of it, I was this blank thing.

Oddly, a pressure lifted from my shoulders. I didn't feel bad about this as I rose. I was basically a blank canvas and that wasn't a bad thing, I decided in that moment, because that meant I...I could be whatever.

I could become anything.

I just had to do it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Our gazed connected and the look on his face was sort. The swelling motion was back, and this time I let it lift me to the ceiling.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“What I was lacking wasn't thinner thighs or a flatter stomach. It was courage.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Avevo dimenticato tutto.
Perché non era così importante.
C'era qualcosa di più importante.
Vivere la mia vita.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“You’re safe now,” Rider said. “I here. You’re safe, Mouse. And I know you might not believe it, but I’m going to keep you safe forever.” He swallowed and swiped at his lip. “That’s a promise.”
Forever.
He’s promised he’d be there for me forever.
But I was of the mind that there were two types of forever.
The good kind.
The bad kind.
I’d learned early on that the good kind of forever was,well, it was a lie. That kind of forever literally and figuratively ended in flames, because no matter how tightly you tried to hold on, that kind of forever slipped between the fingers.
The bad kind of forever lingered like a shadow or ghost. No matter what. It stayed, always in the background.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“but I wasn’t a damsel he needed to rush in and save. Or I was trying not to be.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Your topic is the three branches of the government, right?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“I was going to give for now a try, myself.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Holy crap balls”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“I remembered him ranting once about how if someone coughed, they were given time off from work, but if someone was mentally fatigued, they were expected to suck it up.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“She understands that if I have to pick between you, it's not going to be her.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“I always thought you had taken on this role as a knight in shining armor, but I was wrong. You’re just a martyr.” He”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“She understands that if I have to pick between you two, it’s not going to be her.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Era básicamente un lienzo en blanco, pero eso no era malo, pensé. Porque también significaba que podía ser lo que quisiera. Podía convertirme en cualquier cosa.
Sólo tenía que poner manos a la obra.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Vivir era cómo hacer aquel trabajo.Lo importante no era el resultado final, sino el esfuerzo.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Podría haberle dicho que a mí, ese "por ahora" me parecía suficiente. Que nadie sabía lo que le deparaba el futuro. Que el "para siempre" podrían arrebatárnoslo de las manos en cualquier momento.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Dusty, empty shoe boxes, stacked taller and wider than her slim body, wobbled as she pressed her back against them, tucking her bony knees into her chest.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Dropping his arm from my shoulders, he reached down and folded his hand around mine. It wasn’t the first time he’d held my hand, but there was an intimacy there that hadn’t been present before. A tight shiver curled its way down my spine as his thumb moved along my palm while we walked down to class.
He had not done that before.
Rider let go of my hand when we entered speech, and I stepped in front of him, walking toward my seat. I dropped my bag on the floor and started to sit when Rider swooped down, kissing my cheek once more.
I flushed as I glanced over at him.
He grinned as he sat. “Couldn’t help myself. Your cheek looked like it was missing my kiss.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Do you know who that is?” Ainsley asked.
Swallowing as I placed the glass down, I nodded. “His name is...Hector. He’s Rider’s friend.”
A slow smile curled her lips. “He’s yummy.”
Just at that moment Hector laughed at something Rider must’ve said. The sound was deep and it traveled, turning several heads in the café. Hector was yummy. No doubt about that, but my gaze strayed to Rider. He smiled slightly, the dimple in his right cheek playing peekaboo. His lips moved and Hector glanced over at our table.
Surprise flickered over his face and then his full lips kicked up when his gaze settled on Ainsley and stayed.
“Me likie,” she whispered. “Does he have a girlfriend?”
I shrugged, wondering if she still had a boyfriend.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“The moment Rider was out of earshot, Ainsley turned to me. “Mal, he is hot.”
I flushed as I picked up my drink. Rider was hot with two extra Ts. There was no questioning that, but it went beyond the physical hotness. Underneath all of that good stuff was a really...really good guy. A shiny heart.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“You should be working on your speech instead of staring,” Rider said, never taking his eyes off his notebook.
Paige’s dark eyes flew to me and then narrowed.
Heat exploded across my cheeks.
“And you should actually be working on, I don’t know, your speech?” Hector grinned as he gestured to his paper, which appeared to have actual words on it. “And please don’t stare at him, Mallory. Because of Paige, his ego is already big enough. He doesn’t need any help.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“His gaze locked with mine and a slow grin appeared on his face. He didn’t look like he had last night. More like he did every day at school. Worn jeans. A black henley instead of a T-shirt and beat-up sneakers, but goodness, I couldn’t think.
Okay. Not true. I could think, but I was thinking things I really had no concept of. I was thinking about those full, slightly curved lips and how they must feel in places...other than my forehead or cheek. I was thinking about his hands and how strong they were and the oddly pleasant calluses on his palms. I was thinking about...about a lot of things—things that now didn’t feel so wrong since he was actually single.
Noticing my near-prone position, Ainsley looked over her shoulder. “Oh, my good God almighty,” she murmured. “That’s him?”
“Yes,” I whispered. That was so him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“You...you always made everything sound like it’s not a big deal. You’re doing that now.”
His lips continued to curve on the right and the dimple appeared. Then he sighed and scooted forward, spreading his legs. His hands suddenly landed on my hips, and I almost dropped the cotton ball at the unexpected contact. My breath caught as he lowered me so I was sitting on the edge of the coffee table and he kept moving forward, the inside of his legs sliding against the outside of mine. The rough material of his jeans touching my bare skin sent a raw, drenching rush of sensation through my veins.
“That better?” he asked, peering at me through lowered lashes.
I blinked, having no idea what he was talking about, and then I realized that seated like this, it was easier to reach him. His hands dropped from my hips to rest on his thighs, and they were oh so close to mine.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“You’re beautiful, too. I mean, you’re hot,” I blurted out. “But I always knew you would be.” My eyes widened as I realized what just streamed out of my mouth, and his grin turned into a smile. “Oh my God, I did not just say...any of that out loud.”
“You did.”
“Ugh.”
Tipping his head back, he laughed deeply. And he laughed like he had in those rare instances when something truly amused him. He did so with a freedom I’d envied.
I started to place my hands over my flaming face, but he caught my wrists, holding them between us. His eyes were lighter, dancing. “I can pretend you didn’t say that if that makes you feel better,” he suggested.
Oh yes, that would be fabulous. I nodded.
“I won’t forget it, though.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah.” I wished I could tell him it was okay to keep touching my face, but that would probably be weird. Totally sounded weird in my head. And would be really inappropriate. Totally inappropriate.
His lashes lowered and the lopsided grin appeared. “I always knew you’d be beautiful one day.”
My breath hitched as I sat straighter. What was left of the pizza, just the crust, was totally forgotten. My ears had to be smoking crack or something.
A flush swept across his cheeks as one side of his lips kicked up. “I just never thought I’d get to see how beautiful you’d become.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Salad? Who wanted salad when I had beefy enchiladas smothered in cheese? Come on, now. The look on my face must’ve given away what I was thinking, because the salad bowl magically ended up closer to where I sat.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“When I got home, a spicy scent lured me into the kitchen. My stomach grumbled and I might’ve started drooling the moment I spotted the cheesy enchiladas cooling on the counter.
They were drenched in homemade queso.
My favorite.
Dropping my bag on the floor, I skipped over to where Rosa was placing the plates on the table. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed.
Rosa laughed as she turned. “It’s the queso, isn’t it?”
Nodding, I dropped my arms and stepped back.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Forever wasn’t real.
And I guessed, for me, that I was lucky it wasn’t. But for others, I wished it was real, that they had forever.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever