The best Quotes from Full Tilt

We might not have months or years, but we have moments. Thousands upon thousands of them. Let's take each moment, seize it and wring it dry.

My world had been fading to gray until she burst in like a bombshell of color and light.

Dying, I learned, is a not a team sport. It's a solitary endeavor. Everyone I loved was standing on dry land, while I was alone on a boat as it slowly pulled away from the shore, and there's nothing anyone could do about it but watch it happen.

We had to go full tilt, just like the card players did. I would hit instead of stay. Always.

I'm more afraid of not being with you than I am of being with you.

I kissed Jonah Fletcher with all of my heart, and with every piece of my soul that would love him forever.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.

You can find beauty everywhere, even in the things that scare you the most.

I didn't know it then - I couldn't have - but in that moment, the rest of my life, or what was left of it, began.

I once read that you fell in love like how you fell asleep: slowly at first and then all at once.

Forgetting is pretending it never happened. You need to remember and remember and remember, until it has no power over you anymore.

Feelings are like tonsils. Mostly useless, and occasionally a source of pain and discomfort.

Wasn't love a kind of chaos theory? One small look, one smile or one word could alter the course of a life forever.

Sometimes the heart hides itself behind the mind.

Love had no end. She was infinite. She was a universe, my universe, and I was hers. Love had no boundaries, no rules, no favorites. And no limits.

Love, real love, wasn't empty, grasping hands, or lies that felt like truths. And it wasn't perfect or neat or always easy. It was a rising sun on a new day. It was endless possibility.

Maybe. Maybe is gradations of darkness. The sweetest torture. Maybe is hope.

There's so much that's shitty in this world, when you find something that shines against all the dirt and darkness, you gravitate toward it.

There are times in this life in which we must do what is best, and so often what is best is not what is easy.

The music is the language and your body speaks the words.

I loved her… my soul sang the words I could never say to her out loud.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure.

"What does he need?"
He smiled sadly. "Someone who stays."

I love her. I don't know how it happened, or why, but I do. Something in me connects to something in her. I've felt it since the day we met.

"How do you do that? How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?"
"So that you feel what?"
"Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery."

I love you. It was so simple it almost went straight past me. I love you.

Own this love, Wes. It's not just hers. It's yours too.

Despite our losses, we would keep going. Never give in or give up. Because love always wins. Always.

"Beauty and pain," she said, almost to herself. "I don't think you can separate the two."
"Maybe pain exists to make us appreciate the beauty."

A butterfly flutters its wings in Malaysia and the changes in air currents cause a hurricane in Florida. I love that idea. That even one tiny action can create an enormous effect.

I had a sense of being dropped straight into the middle of a book without having read the early chapters.

He pulled me toward him, wrapping his arms around me. A sob rose to my throat but I choked it down, and held him tight. As tight as he held me, and wherever we touched became proof to one another that we were not alone.

I knew I was treading on thin ice. Criticism of anyone's art, no matter how good the intentions, could be risky business.

I love how a few words, carefully chosen, can elicit deep reactions. Or evoke a certain mood, or make you feel something real.

Here's a helpful hint: If you nod, I can't see it. Or head shakes. Or shrugs. Or middle fingers. Or interpretive dances. When I ask you a question, you need to actually speak.

"A semicolon is where a writer can choose to end the sentence," she said, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "But they don't. The story goes on. It's a symbol of hope. To keep going." She smiled tremulously. "Sometimes I need that reminder."

For you, I would
bring down the stars,
wreath their fire
around your neck
like diamonds,
and watch them
pulse
to the beat of your heart

Like any sugary treat, it tasted heavenly at first, but if you gorged on it, you'd be sick.

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all!

If you live to be hundred, I hope i live to be hundred minus one day. So I never have to live without you.

Peeta: "I would love to stop this moment, here and now, and live in it forever."

I worried I would grow up to be trash too, and would hurt any woman I might someday love, so I vowed not to love anyone.

You deserve to be loved as you are, Darlene. Not in bits and pieces.

I love you, Noah. With my heart and my soul and this body. With every part of me. I love you so much you don't have to see it. You can feel it.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.