Eleanor And Park Quotes Novels & Stories

In the dark, still night, neon lights in the city started coming to life. Eleanor sat on the bench at Brindle Lake Park, looking like a lost soul as she stared into the shimmering stars reflected on the water. Her wishful thinking still haunted her, embarrassing her. "Let me think about our future." "Dexter, I've made up my mind. Let's…" … Eleanor chuckled all of a sudden. That was it. It was nothing more than wishful thinking, and yet she thought it would come true.

Probably trying to do damage control or maybe just make it worse. I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, hoping it would cool the heat rising in my throat. Just as I turned around, Eleanor walked in, uninvited, as usual. She studied me like I was a roach on her marble floors. “Enjoying your little fifteen minutes of fame?” she said sweetly. I didn’t reply. She stepped closer. “You know, people like you never last. You think just because you signed a few papers and got a taste of money that you belong here.”

After two whole weeks of bed rest, near weeping experiences, Jochelo's endless stories and endless eye rolling, everyone decided she was ready for a stroll. It was a lovely wednesday afternoon and whilst everyone got ready, Eleanor couldn't help but bounce on a spot. Finally stepping outside, like a water loving baby, she squealed and ran into the forest, breathing the unpolluted air into her lungs. She spun in a circle, looking at every tree and fallen leaf. She would never take her freedom for granted, ever again! Leo sighed and said, "Anyone else think Andreas is dating a child?" Eleanor turned to see all hands but Anna's, up. Even Andreas'. Her mouth fell open .

The woman I'd married would've never… A memory flashed before my eyes. Serena curled in our bed, sketching circuit diagrams on my chest. “Someday,” she'd whispered, “I'll build something that changes everything.” And I'd laughed thinking it could never happen. Fuck. I reached for the decanter. “Give me three days.” Eleanor's cane blocked my path. “One day.” She leaned in, her whisper like a noose tightening. “Or I'll remind New York what happens to little girls who steal from lions.”

Cecilia's voice echoed sharply in her mind: "Love is like a rose—some people search for thorns under the petals, some admire the beauty despite the thorns. Don't fool yourself. Secrets never stay hidden. One day you'll regret it, you'll hurt, you'll blame yourself. And by then, happiness will already be slipping through your fingers." She yanked her hand back, bowing her head as her nails dug deep into her palm. Nick noticed immediately. "What's wrong? You don't like them?" Eleanor drew a long, shaky breath, gathering every last bit of courage. She lifted her gaze to meet his. "Nick, the reason I asked you out today...is because I needed to tell you something." Nick smiled and picked up the

"That's the reason everything looks new in your eyes. Anyway, that aside, what of Enzo, you've forgotten you called him right?" "Why did you ask dad? I just want his company as well." Eleanor Just then Anna walks in alone. "Well, the artifacts grabbed his attention! He's coming." Anna reacts with a shrug, twitching her lips. Eleanor returns to her frenzy motion, looking around excitedly, touching this, touching that. "I wish I could bring my phone with me. I'd capture all these, even make a video out of this as a memoir." "It's always here, you can always come anytime to do that." Anna interrupts.

Read it aloud. “Someone who doesn’t flinch, Someone whose mind moves sideways, the way yours does. Someone who has been through something real and come out the other side still standing. Someone who will argue with you, Gabriel, because you need to be argued with. Someone who will see you not the performance of you, not the version you show rooms when you need them to keep their distance but actually see you. I’m asking Eleanor to find that person, I trust her to know them when she sees them.” The office was completely silent.

About the life she hopes to build. "Your grandmother used to say that gardens are prayers," she tells me one afternoon. "Every seed you plant is a hope. Every bloom is a promise kept." I kneel beside her, my fingers brushing the petals of a tulip. "Do you think she would have liked this place?" "I think she would have loved it." Eleanor looks at me, her grey eyes bright. "She would have loved you." I feel the tears prick at my eyes. "I wish I could have known her."

“You're still going to apply. I don't care if I have to sell my kidney and half a lung. I'll definitely get the money somehow.” “But..” she sniffed. “You've already done so much and…” “I'm not giving up on your dreams, Eleanor.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “One of us has to become something legendary, and I vote you.” Whoever came up with the quote Easier said than Done , was definitely referring to me, because that was the first harsh lesson I'd learned this afternoon.

Because of her, I almost embarrassed myself. [Eleanor, you hear me? There's a line you can't cross even when you're playing hard to get. I can't keep indulging you forever.] [Can you learn from Jolene and figure out how to be considerate?]