Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances. Rachel Cohn More Quotes by Rachel Cohn More Quotes From Rachel Cohn I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there. Rachel Cohn sentenceskindworry It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions. Rachel Cohn realizingstoriesmight We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing. Rachel Cohn knowstwoworld Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare. Rachel Cohn nightmareendsdream Drosophila,” I said, remembering the word. “What?” Lily asked. “Why do girls always fall for guys with the at ention span of drosophila?” “What?” “Fruit flies. Guys with the attention span of fruit flies.” “Because they’re hot?” “This,” I told her, “is not the time for being truthful. Rachel Cohn fruit-fliesgirlfall It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - "I love you" - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move. Rachel Cohn girlhurtlove It's the great male fantasy-all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know-this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. Rachel Cohn princessgirlsong We believe in the wrong things. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong. Rachel Cohn meaning-wellreadingbelieve The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive. Rachel Cohn handwritinggirlmean I am bigger than the box I'm in. Rachel Cohn boxesbigger Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just to take a nice silly walk in Central Park with. Somebody who wouldn't judge another for the prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, and who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations. Rachel Cohn niceprayerrunning They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray. Rachel Cohn trickycoursesdemon There are just lots of possibilities in the world...I need to keep my mind open for what could happen and not decide that the world is hopeless if what I want to happen doesn't happen. Because something else great might happen in between. Rachel Cohn mindworldneeds This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant. Rachel Cohn mothercuteboys I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler. Rachel Cohn adjectivesusedpeople I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened. Rachel Cohn couplewinterchildren True Love. I’m starting to suspect the concept is pure illusion, an insipid brand name manufactured by Hallmark and Disney.” — Cupcake Rachel Cohn illusioncupcakesnames If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist Rachel Cohn guyimaginationbrain Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede. Rachel Cohn stampedeends Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were. Rachel Cohn acquaintance
