Author of quotes: Gayle Forman. Page 4

... People are divided into two groups: those who make and those who watch. People with whom something happens, and the rest, who Ekes out a simple existence.

We are born in a day. The day you die. And the day may change. And the day can fall in love. In just one day anything can happen.

Waking up in the morning, I say to myself: "one day, twenty four hours, be patient". And so every morning.

Throw is not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. If you decide to do so, the rest will be easy.

Day maybe only lasts twenty-four hours, but sometimes to live even one of them seems as impossible as climbing mount Everest.

It will not work. Look, I accept Adam because you love him. And I believe he accepts me because you love me. If you feel better the idea, your love is what binds us. And that's enough. We do not have to love each other.

- Play on me, ' he said.
What?
- I want you played me like a cello.
I started to say that it is a crazy idea, but suddenly realized: the idea of something beautiful. I got out of the closet one of the spare bows.
- Take off your shirt I said in a shaky voice.
Adam took off. For all his leanness, he was surprisingly well built. I would have twenty minutes to look at the relief bulges and hollows of his chest. But he wanted more intimacy. I wanted more intimacy.
I sat beside him on the bed so that his long body was lying in front of me. The bow vibrated when I put it on the bed. Left hand I egladil the head of Adam, like the head of his cello. He again smiled and closed his eyes. I relaxed a bit. Played with his ears as with groves, and playfully tickled when he laughed quietly. Then spent two fingers on his Adam's Apple, and deep breath for courage, put his hands on his chest. Ran your fingers up and down the torso, paying special attention to the tendons of the muscles, and mentally gave them the strings: La, Sol, do, re [Order of the strings on the cello are actually different: La, re, Sol, to, from top to bottom.]. Fingertips one by one I tracked them down. Then Adam fell silent, as if focusing on something.
I took a bow and lowered across his body, just above the hips, where, according to my calculations, was supposed to be the stand of the cello. First I took the bow easily and then tighter and faster as the music in my head, gaining momentum and volume. Adam lay perfectly still, his lips broke light moans. I looked at the bow, at his hands on Adam's face, and I felt a wave of love, desire and unfamiliar before, a sense of power. I never thought I could cause someone such experiences.
When I was finished, Adam got up and kissed me, hard and long.

Sometimes in life you choose, and sometimes choose you.

I'll let you go. If you stay here.