Gayle Forman quotes:

If the spectrum linking everyday depression to Major Depression sometimes hinders understanding of it, it also offers an opportunity for empathy. Because almost everyone, at some point, experiences feelings of sadness, of hopelessness, of emptiness, not to mention lethargy and irritability.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

After graduation, I wanted to work for 'Sassy', which I loved, but it had folded. So I wound up at 'Seventeen' for three years on staff and two as a contributor, and I wrote these great stories that nobody ever believes 'Seventeen' does. Serious stories for teens about social justice issues - gun control, migrant farm workers.

And then Adam Wilde shows up at Carnegie Hall on the biggest night of my career, and it felt like more than a coincidence. It felt like a gift. From them. For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

I love being a mom. But there's a certain kind of tedium to your life when your kid is young. Writing allows you to wander when your kid is napping in a crib ten feet away. So that's the great joy of writing fiction for me.

Saba used to say there was a difference between bravery and courage. Bravery was doing something dangerous without thinking. Courage was walking into danger, knowing full well the risks.

I don't think I tell stories of tragedy. I think I tell stories of love. Even though you're full of tears, I hope that you leave the theatre with your heart feeling like it's going to explode out of your chest. And yes, you've been through the tragedy, but it's ultimately hope that I think you're left with.

It's not that we like sad movies that make us feel like, 'Oh, my God, what a bummer.' We like emotionally moving experiences. It's nothing new. It's catharsis. It goes back to the Greeks.

You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.

I have written a picture book that is based on my daughters. You know, my youngest one likes to tell everybody, 'Mommy wrote 'Best Day Ever' about us.' Which is true.

Many of depression's symptoms - exhaustion, insomnia, nausea, headaches, weight loss, weight gain - are physical ailments.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

At the start of the trip, I took shots of the sights. The Colosseum. Belvedere Palace. Mozart Square. But I stopped. They never came out very well, and you could get postcards of these things. But there are no postcards of this. Of life."

Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

In order that people who suffer from depression seek treatment without a second thought, the stigmas must further fall until we reach a point in time when that person with leukemia and that person with depression both receive the same level of sympathy and the same level of rigorous treatment. Both people deserve it.

People have told me that they cannot put down 'If I Stay' after reading it, and readers have become very invested in the love story between Adam and Mia.

When I was really young, I wanted to grow up and be the sun. Which shows an early penchant for ambition or narcissism or grandiosity or delusion - all of which are bellwethers for becoming a writer.

The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

I think traveling made me who I am. When I was 16, I was an exchange student in England, and that was the year that I kind of feel like I was on the road going one direction in life, and it just kind of shifted me over, and I finished high school, and I went traveling for three more years instead of going to college.

John Green was on the set of 'The Fault In Our Stars' the entire time, which is amazing! Wouldn't you want John Green on set the entire time?

I wasn't one of those kids who grew up wanting to write or who read a particular book and thought: 'I want to do that!' I always told stories and wrote them down, but I never thought writing was a career path, even though, clearly, someone was writing the books and newspapers and magazines.

My first YA novel, not many people have read. It's a fickle business. There's a degree of timing and luck involved.

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

I've found that the most engaging and satisfying author events I've done are with other people, where the conversation is spontaneous. I think that is by far the better way to introduce and promote a book.

Maybe all hospitals should import groups of rabble-rousing punk rockers to kick-start the languishing patients' hearts."

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam "Okay"-Mia "So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam "I'm scared of losing you"-Mia "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam "It still scares me"- Mia

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it. When you travel, you put yourself out there. It's not always great. Sometimes it's terrible. But other times ... [...] It's not so bad.

It's the same thing that happens when I turn off a really good movie - one that I've lost myself to - which is that I'll be thrown back to my own reality and something hollow will settle in my chest. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie all over again just to recapture that feeling of being inside something real. Which, I know, doesn't make any sense.

The whole night had been a mistake. It's not going to let me rewind. Or unmake the mistakes I've made.Or the promises I've mad. Or have her back. Or have me back.

The clothes are packed off to GoodwillI said my good-byes up on the hillThe house is empty, the furniture soldSoon your smell will decay to moldDon't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answeringDon't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listeningDisconnectCollateral Damage, Track 10

Su sonrisa es como un chocolate fundido. Es como un solo de guitarra de puta madre. Es todo lo bueno que hay en este mundo.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

Oh honey, have you learned nothing from these plays? Ain't such a line between faking and being.

I WANT TO CUT THROUGH THE SPACE THAT SEPERATES US.

Not sure there is such a thing as a minor miracle.

But you decide how you live your life in the meantime. You can hide fear. Or you can live life. - V

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

It wasn't even a fight, really. We didn't shout. We barely even argued, but a snake of tension quietly slithered into our lives.

We were all forged in the crucible.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.

You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.

He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here." He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.

For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

We'll make it a blowout like in the olden days.""When dinosaurs roamed the earth?" Teddy asked."Exactly," Dad said. "When dinosaurs roamed the earth and your mom and I were young.

Is this how it is with lies? The first one comes hard, the second one easier, until they slip off your tongue easier than truths - maybe because they are easier than truths.

But Dad looked delighted. "My Mia's singing 'Waiting for Vengeance' to my Teddy. What do you think about that?

I didn't give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words straight and collect my A.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal

You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

You were both in love with music, and then you fell in love with each other.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

A journey of 1,000 miles starts with just 10 digits.

A journey of a thousand miles starts with just ten digits.

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.

You can't undo loss. You can't unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)

You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

I think you're the sort of person who finds money on the ground and waves it in the air and asks if anyone has lost it. I think you cry in movies that aren't even sad because you have a soft heart, though you don't let it show. I think you do things that scare you, and that makes you braver than those adrenaline junkies who bungee-jump off bridges.

And that's when I understand that I have been stained. Whether I'm still in love with him, whether he was ever in love with me, and no matter who he's in love with now, Willem changed my life. He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

Oftentimes when you see adaptations of books you like, you're let down. As an author, you assume that they are going to suck. A little bit of hope is dangerous.

I can't pretend to be a teenager, but I feel like I never really stopped being a teenager.

A good fight scene is really a good love scene.

I think every teenager feels like a Martian in something, whether it's in their family, I think, or in their school. I think every teenager, every human being has a sense that they don't belong somewhere.

Twilight' is a breathlessly addictive read with a love story that sucks people in.

I will go running when I'm stressed out. The running helps, but more than anything, I'll put music on and then I'll run. I'll cry and get it all out.

I don't have a lot of men in my life. I'm married, but I have daughters. I'm surrounded by a lot of females in my world.

As an author, I really hate a reader like me. There's no loyalty.

(P)eople's good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

...and yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever...

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.

...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.

...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home." "Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.