“Life would be a lot better if we all spent a little more time staring at the stars.”
―
Alexandria Bellefleur,
Written in the Stars
“Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn't know.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Fun fact — the moon doesn't actually produce any light of its own. It reflects light from the sun, making it appear bright at night. So, if I look like the moon, I guess that means I'm reflecting the light thats around me.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“We are literally made of stardust." Moonlight danced off the tips of Elle's pale blond eyelashes and made her eyes twinkle. If anyone was made of star stuff, it was her.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“I know how I feel and I'm five hundred percent certain that on a scale of one to ten, I want to be with you, exactly as you are, infinity.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“The right person shouldnt complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it's cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you are too much or not enough exactly as you are.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Count Your Lucky Stars
“Since when is love supposed to be convenient?” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“The way I see it, you can’t rush something you want to last forever.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“He looks at you like you hung the moon.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“Eventually, when those massive stars reach the end of their lives, they go out with a bang, a supernova so bright, so beautiful it drowns out all the other stars. And when they do, they throw out all those elements they created. That’s what we’re made of. We’ve got calcium in our bones and iron in our blood and nitrogen in our DNA . . . and all of that? It comes from those stars.” Elle’s eyes glistened, sparkling as bright as the stars she spoke of as she blinked and pointed up at the sky. “We are literally made of stardust.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Oh my god. Don’t tell me you don’t know your Hogwarts house. Pottermore? The Sorting Hat Quiz?"When Darcy stared, Elle groaned and covered her face." You don’t do social media, you don’t believe in astrology, and now you don’t like Harry Potter. On behalf of our generation, I am offended, you rock dweller.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“I just . . . I love the nuances of language and all their quirks. Like how certain words exist in foreign languages and have no direct English equivalent. Meraki in Greek means, basically, to do something with love, but there’s no English word for it. The closest is ‘labor of love,’ but that sounds like you’re being put-upon. Meraki means to do something with pleasure, to pour your whole heart into a task or craft. Like putting all your love into a meal or a gift.” She ducked her chin and shrugged. “So, yeah. Translation would be my dream job. Puzzling out how to keep the text true even when it’s not easy. There’s a cultural component you can’t ignore without”—her lips curved—“losing something in translation.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“She wanted all of Elle—the good, the bad, the messy.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Then I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle was technicolor chaos and the feelings she inspired in Darcy were a hazard straight out of Pandora’s box.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle was tired of everyone looking at her like she was a mess when she was just trying her best.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn’t know.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“He'd fly her to the moon if it made her happy.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“Eavesdropping was wrong, but she was weak.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn't know.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Fun fact — the moon doesn't actually produce any light of its own. It reflects light from the sun, making it appear bright at night. So, if I look like the moon, I guess that means I'm reflecting the light thats around me.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“We are literally made of stardust." Moonlight danced off the tips of Elle's pale blond eyelashes and made her eyes twinkle. If anyone was made of star stuff, it was her.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“I know how I feel and I'm five hundred percent certain that on a scale of one to ten, I want to be with you, exactly as you are, infinity.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“The right person shouldnt complete you, they should love you the way you are. And it's cool if they make you want to be better, but they should never make you feel like you are too much or not enough exactly as you are.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Count Your Lucky Stars
“Since when is love supposed to be convenient?” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“The way I see it, you can’t rush something you want to last forever.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“He looks at you like you hung the moon.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“Eventually, when those massive stars reach the end of their lives, they go out with a bang, a supernova so bright, so beautiful it drowns out all the other stars. And when they do, they throw out all those elements they created. That’s what we’re made of. We’ve got calcium in our bones and iron in our blood and nitrogen in our DNA . . . and all of that? It comes from those stars.” Elle’s eyes glistened, sparkling as bright as the stars she spoke of as she blinked and pointed up at the sky. “We are literally made of stardust.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Oh my god. Don’t tell me you don’t know your Hogwarts house. Pottermore? The Sorting Hat Quiz?"When Darcy stared, Elle groaned and covered her face." You don’t do social media, you don’t believe in astrology, and now you don’t like Harry Potter. On behalf of our generation, I am offended, you rock dweller.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“I just . . . I love the nuances of language and all their quirks. Like how certain words exist in foreign languages and have no direct English equivalent. Meraki in Greek means, basically, to do something with love, but there’s no English word for it. The closest is ‘labor of love,’ but that sounds like you’re being put-upon. Meraki means to do something with pleasure, to pour your whole heart into a task or craft. Like putting all your love into a meal or a gift.” She ducked her chin and shrugged. “So, yeah. Translation would be my dream job. Puzzling out how to keep the text true even when it’s not easy. There’s a cultural component you can’t ignore without”—her lips curved—“losing something in translation.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“She wanted all of Elle—the good, the bad, the messy.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Then I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle was technicolor chaos and the feelings she inspired in Darcy were a hazard straight out of Pandora’s box.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle was tired of everyone looking at her like she was a mess when she was just trying her best.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“Elle loved herself, but what a feeling it must be, being loved by someone else exactly as you are, quirks and warts and all. She wouldn’t know.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
“He'd fly her to the moon if it made her happy.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Hang the Moon
“Eavesdropping was wrong, but she was weak.” ― Alexandria Bellefleur, Written in the Stars
