Gabrielle Zevin

Gabrielle Zevin
Gabrielle Zevinis an American author and screenwriter...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth24 October 1977
CountryUnited States of America
moments that-moment ifs
Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.
heart brain my-heart
My brain said no. But my heart!
sexy way gentle
He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.
rooms want said
i've made room for you, she said. if you want it, there's room.
song knowing silence
For the longest time after that, neither of us said anything. I was unaccustomed to his silence, but I didn't mind it. I knew near everything about him, and he knew near everything about me, and all that made our quiet a kind of song. The kind you hum without even knowing what it is or why you're humming it. The kind that you've always known.
nice spring mean
It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.
hate believe holiday
It's hard to believe. Where does the times go?' Betty sighs. 'I've always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.
thinking differences quality
There is no difference in quality between a life lived forward and a life lived backwards, she thinks. She had come to love this backward life. It was, after all, the only life she had.
thinking fool elsewhere
On Elsewhere we fool ourselves into thinking we know what will be just because we know the amount of time we have left. We know this, but we never really know what will be. We never know what will happen...
forgiving liz persons
If you are going to forgive a person, Liz decides, it is best to do it sooner rather than later. Later, Liz knows from experience, could be sooner than you thought.
forever lost inhale
Betty inhales sharply, 'It's just I thought I had lost you forever.' Oh, Betty, don't you know there's no such thing as forever?
sweet falling-in-love dying
The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.
smart athletic lasts
You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
beautiful together wish
On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.