Rainbow Rowell Want Quotations

How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.

I really am happy for Kiley. And for you and every other happily married lady. Except for that I'm not happy for you. I kind of want you all to drop dead.

Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after." She shook her head. "Don't." "What?" "Don't talk about after." "I just meant that... I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too.... That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I'm trying to say is, you're it. This is it for me.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

He pulled away to say he's sorry, and she shook her head no, because even though she really want him to be sorry, she wanted to kiss him more.

And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.

I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

She didn't want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.

I don't want you to go," Sam said. She was upset. "I don't want this to end like this." "You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening.

It’s just … everything. There are too many people. And I don’t fit in. I don’t know how to be. Nothing that I’m good at is the sort of thing that matters there. Being smart doesn’t matter—and being good with words. And when those things do matter, it’s only because people want something from me. Not because they want me.

I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?" Cath's eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they'd fly away if he moved. She nodded her head. The right side of his mouth pulled up. "I'm rooting for you," she whispered. She wasn't even sure he could hear her from the bed. Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.