"Eleanor & Park" Quotes

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

I just can't believe that life would give us to each other,

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

Nothing before you counts. And I can’t even imagine an after.

You saved my life, she tried to tell him. You made it better.

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

I don't like you. I need you.

If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back.