Again Again Quotes

“But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad. In fact, you can be talky and paint your fingernails to protect other people from how sad you are.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Adelaide wished to love someone and be loved back.

And to love someone and know that it was him she loved, not some idea of him.

Maybe that was two wishes. Maybe it was only one.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“And with that recitation, Adelaide Buchwald gave Jack Cavallero her
heart.
Impulsively,
gloriously,
openly,
she gave it to him, falling in love with someone she did not know,
wondering at the curve of his cheek, and the wave of his hair, and the way his
shirt draped over his shoulders.
He made her laugh. He dared to write poems. He risked looking foolish
in order to create something beautiful or strange.
She wanted to know the story of the scar on his abdomen. How had he
gotten that wound? How well had it healed?
She could see by looking at him that he had been
vulnerable.
That he had
lived.
Survived.
She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt
suddenly,
intensely
certain
that he was a safe person to show her own scars to.
She thought, Maybe we have known each other always. Maybe our hearts
encountered each other somehow,
like two hundred years ago at a cotillion, with him in a frock coat and me
in whatever, some kind of elegant and complicated dress.
Or maybe our encounter was in another
possible world. That is,
in one of the countless other versions of this universe, the
worlds running parallel to this one,
we are already
in love.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Maybe we have known each other always.
Maybe our hearts have encountered each other somehow,”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“She would love herself, even with her
sadness and her
distractibility, her
defenses and her
failures.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“He would take up the shit lovingly, literally pick it up in his arms, and he’d say, Oh, I see it all now. I am the one who caused this shit to be so very shitty. This shit is all my fault,”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt suddenly, intensely certain that he was a safe person to show her own scars to.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Think of your happy memories. Know they are still in you. They are part of you. And maybe even they ARE you.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“But the sadness was still there, underneath.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Or maybe our encounter was in another
possible world. That is, in one of the countless other versions of this universe, the
worlds running parallel to this one,
we are already in love.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“She would love herself, even with her sadness and her distractibility, her defenses and her failures. The process of making would stretch open the universe until it was frighteningly and gloriously wide with possibility.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“I wish I could get a giant injection that would turn off my thoughts.
I would let a creepy doctor with a secret basement lab shoot a
random glowing substance into my ear if I knew it would stop me from feeling the way I do.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“He had such a reassuring round face, like a dinner plate, warm from washing.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“In the theater,” Adelaide went on, wanting him to understand why she found this so interesting, “your audience doesn’t expect things to look real. Like, you can’t have a real car on the stage, anyway, can you? So instead, you make something obviously artificial. You just create the feeling. And maybe the thing you make, instead of looking real, feels true.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“People befriend me because they think I’m happy. I’m not even sure why they think I’m happy, but they do. I get distracted, and I laugh, and I turn something on in myself that makes me, maybe, fun to be with. And I’m just— I want you to know up front that I’m false advertising.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“He’s the guy who says he’ll do a project and doesn’t do it,” said Stacey S. “And he’s the guy who says he’ll be somewhere when he can’t actually be there, because he doesn’t want to disappoint someone. He always says yes, but he doesn’t mean it, and people get jerked around.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“You're trying to prevent something that's already happened, said Kaspian-Lee calmly.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“I have no idea,” said Stacey. “But it went sour with her at the end. Toxic, toxic.” “What flavor of toxic?” “Camilla plays head games. Like, she tried to make me jealous. On purpose. What kind of person does that?”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“She went to Oscar’s side. “Would you want to take a walk with me?” she said. “I’m not consenting to anything.” “I’d love to,” said Oscar. “I’m not consenting to anything either.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Maybe I even have, like, an addiction to love, or to relationships or something. It’s like being in love makes me feel better, much better, than I do the rest of the time. Except when it makes me miserable. Maybe it’s an endorphin rush? Or a validation? Romantic obsessional tendency—that is not a good quality in a person.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“All four of them took a moment to wish. Adelaide wished to love someone and be loved back. And to love someone and know that it was him she loved, not some idea of him. Maybe that was two wishes. Maybe it was only one.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Adelaide was suddenly gloriously happy. It was terrible to be gloriously happy that Mikey was sad, and terrible even to be gloriously happy that Mikey loved her, since Adelaide had been a complete failure at happiness when he didn’t love her. It was, after all, a bad idea to hinge your happiness on someone else’s feelings. But that was just how it was. She did hinge them.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“She would plan to read a certain number of articles every day, but the resolve never lasted more than a single morning. The magnetic pull of her interior life was too strong.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Stacey S was still preoccupied with college applications. Adelaide found her shockingly ambitious. They had both taken the tests and written early drafts of the common application essay. Alabaster forced them to do all that. But Stacey, with her spreadsheets and bookmarked web pages, took on the college process with ferocity. She had brought a big book of colleges with her on the bus. The pages were marked with sticky notes in different colors.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Jack was never going to tell Adelaide his secret pain. He wasn’t going to take her to the philosophy film series. He might like her, might like her a lot, but he wasn’t going to be hers. He wouldn’t be utterly infatuated with her and only her, physically and mentally, the way Adelaide had been with Mikey once, the way Adelaide was now, with Jack. What Adelaide wanted was to be enmeshed with someone else. She wanted to be unconditionally and exclusively adored.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Five days after he came upstairs and opened the box of condoms, four days after they played pinball, Adelaide hadn’t heard from Jack. So she walked over to Uncle Benny’s. It did occur to her that their love might be a delicate flower that would wilt from too much attention. On the other hand, maybe it was a delicate flower that would die if she neglected it. Of course, Adelaide would rather think their connection was not a delicate flower at all, but a sturdy freaking cactus of a love, hardy and strong, able to withstand neglect and hard times—but then again, cacti are prickly. You need to approach them gently. Still, she went over. She wanted to see him.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“I don’t like any of these answers,” said Adelaide. “I prefer to think he got run over by a bus and that’s why he disappeared.” “Yes!” said Stacey. “We can hope.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“Adelaide wasn’t depressed. She never felt bleak. She had energy. She was talky. She painted her fingernails green and wore floral-print dresses and enormous cardigan sweaters.
But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad.
In fact, you can be talky and paint your fingernails to protect other people from how sad you are.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“I just broke up with someone. I am an egg yolk of misery.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again

“The music was turbulent. It made her feel as if the sky was about to break open, and as if Mikey not loving her and Toby being an addict were being pushed through the music into the sky.”
― E. Lockhart, Again Again