Suddenly, it seemed there were about a million times he was supposed to have kissed her, even without the benefit of a script, even without any sort of direction.

People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline…The motion of the train makes her head rattle, but her eyes lock on the words the...

Tahu nggak, orang-orang yang bertemu pada setidaknya tiga kesempatan berbeda dalam rentang 24 jam, 98% berpeluang untuk bertemu kembali?” -Oliver

Here. There. Everywhere. Somewhere. Home.

There was a lump in her throat as she watched him fidget with the buttons on his vest, and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to...

There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.

Maybe the answer to all of his problems was nothing more than a darkened sky and a glittering city, a lofty perch above the world below. It seemed entirely possible that it was all just...

But the crowds are surging around them and her backpack is heavy on her shoulders and the boy’s eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness , like the very last thing he wants is...

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.

The idea that their paths might have easily not crossed leaves her breathless, like a near-miss accident on a highway, and she can’t help marveling at the sheer randomness of it all. Like any survivor...

I think you have to be more of a believer for these things to work,” he said, wiping some ice cream from his face. “How are you supposed to find what you’re looking for if...

But she knew it would never happen. She had no intention of visiting him there. Even if she were open to the idea, as Mom and Dad both hoped she would be, the mathematics of...

The quiet between them had gone on for far too long now to pretend it was anything other than what it was. There were no more words; all that was left were two faintly beating...

He looks at her and smiles. “You’re sort of dangerous, you know?” She stares at him. “Me?” “Yeah,” he says sitting back. “I’m way too honest with you.

What are you doing a study on right now?” “A study on the statistical probablity of love at first sight.

You could tell a lot about someone by the way they carried a secret-by how safe they kept it, how soon they told, the way they acted when they were trying to keep it from...

Her eyes travel down to where he’s gripping the handle of her suitcase. “What’re you doing?” she asks, blinking at him.”You looked like you needed some help.”Hadley just stares at him.”And this way it’s perfectly...

And being here like this, so suddenly close to him is enough to make her lightheaded. It’s a feeling like falling.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

,Sabías que dos personas que se encuentran por lo menos tres veces en menos de veinticuatro horas tienen un noventa y ocho por ciento más de probabilidades de volver a encontrarse?

Just like when you’re young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime.

He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way...

She filed those moments away like precious documents, wore them smooth with memory, collected them like bits of prayers.

People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.

How are you supposed to find what you’re looking for if you’re not even convinced it’s out there?

No matter how long it’s been or how far you’ve drifted, no matter how unknowable you might be, there were at least two people in the world whose job it was to see you, to...

Hi,’ he says.’Hi,’ she says back, and then to her great surprise, she begins to cry.’You know,’ Nick says as he hands her a tissue from the bedside table,’ for all this talk about how...

Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

The morning felt like a mixing bowl just waiting for its ingredients; there was a sense of possibility to it, a promise of something more to come.

It was his fault, all of it, and yet her hatred for him was the worst kind of love, a tortured longing, a misguided wish that made her heart hammer in her chest. She couldn’t...

Someone once told her there’s a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it’s half as long as the time you’ve been together. Hadley has her doubts about how accurate this...

Some kinds don’t need any proof.

Beside her, she can feel each breath he draws. How is it possible to be so close to a person and still not know what you are to each other? With baseball, it’s simple. There’s...

The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

Somehow he’d become the one constant in this whole uneven chapter in her life, & the idea that could change was unsettling.

She understands now what she, in all her worry, had forgotten. That even as she hesitates and wavers, even as she thinks too much and moves too cautiously, she doesn’t always have to get it...

Maybe this was why Owen had been so desperate to travel, why she’d longed for it herself without ever really knowing why. It wasn’t just that you got to be somewhere else entirely. It was...

Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.

It had always been the two of them through everything -every adventure and every expedition- and now there was this awful distance between them, and she tried not to think about all the stories they...

and the boy’s eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now.

There are certain things in life that you’ll be forgiven for, no matter how thoughtless or stupid or reckless, but if you do that same thing twice, you’re on your own.

It was exactly as he’d thought it would be, like the first time and the millionth time all at once, like being wide awake, like losing his balance. Only this time, it wasn’t just him;...

But a small part of him also knew that the reason he’d never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldn’t match up to his dreams.

That’s the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again.

And the geography of the thing–the geography of them–was completely and hopelessly wrong.