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“right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“On the day of his mother’s funeral, to the boy I loved more than I had ever loved
anything or anyone, I said, “Go to hell.”
― Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

“What now?â€�
Conrad didn’t let me off the hook that easy. He said, “What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me?”
― Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

“Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....”
― Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

“Conrad calling me again—that was enough to make me forget how to breathe.”
― Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

“You know what? Don’t even worry about it,â€� I said. “Cory Wheeler already asked me. I can tell him I changed my mind.â€�
“Who the hell is Corky Wheeler?”
― Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

“Is it so impossible that Conrad Fisher would like me?”
― Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

“In spite of her giddy airs (the phrase used by the bourgeois wives of Yonville), Emma still had a joyless look, and, habitually, at the corners of her mouth, she had that tightness that crumples the faces of old maids and bankrupts.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Suddenly, I feel a lot less grown-up. I feel giddy and uncertain, and like I need to get away so I can squeal into a pillow and over-analyze every single thing that has happened in my life for the past few days.”
― Elsie Silver, Hopeless

“Isn't life wonderful, isn't life marvelous? Everything good is happening right now all at once, every second, minute, and hour of the day!”
― Virginia Toole

“I want to eat your mouth,â€� he suddenly says. The feeling suddenly disappears. “What?â€� His ears twitch. “I’ve seen my brethren do it with their human mates.â€� “Eat their mouths?â€� The image isn’t a lovely one in my mind. His tongue slips out a little, just the tip of it, and I am immediately reminded of what we did—how he felt between my thighs. “They enjoy the human custom,â€� he says. I frown, trying to gather my thoughts. “Oh!â€� It dawns on me. “Kissing.â€� I look at him in silence, that strange feeling blooming inside me getting stronger. “You want to kiss me?”
― A.G. Wilde, Cataclysm