Best Quotes from Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover with Page Numbers

"What he didn’t realize is that God gave me a lot of great things to accomplish in my life, and right now, I’m so far behind I ain’t ever gonna die."

"I guess that mostly depends on Corbin and whether he’s changed since we last lived together."

"I’ve lived in San Francisco all of thirty minutes, and I’m already being a pain in his ass. Figures."

"I’m twenty-three, so if we can’t get along better than we did as kids, we’ve got a lot of growing up left to do."

"From the looks of it, you’re about to owe me at least fifty cups of sugar."

"In a deep male voice. It sounds like it’s yelling, 'Tate! Tate!'"

"That’s all the help he’s getting from me."

"I don’t know why I clarify what my name is, because it’s not likely he’ll remember this conversation tomorrow."

"Whatever he did to Rachel, at least he loves her enough to regret it."

"I lower myself to my knees in front of him and touch his shoulder."

I never want to look down again.

She’s like poetry. Like prose and love letters and lyrics, cascading down the center of a page.

I’m gonna fall in love with you, Rachel.

Her smile makes me want to keep talking.

You’re gonna fall in love with me, Rachel.

It’s just a matter of time.

Girls like Rachel aren’t available for long.

I push it all down and hold her stare while I ask her if she’d like to do something later.

I make room for those words. Lots of room.

She’s excited. She’s excited.

"You were passed out in the hallway last night when I got here."

"When you come back in an hour and I’ve had a chance to wake up, we can try this again."

"I always miss him. As much as his protectiveness can get old at times, it’s also a testament to how close we are."

"I don’t want to be attracted to a guy who drinks himself into oblivion, cries over other girls, and can’t even remember if he screwed you the night before."

"Starting over... on the right foot?"

"I’m not sure if he’s referring to Corbin or Miles when he says ‘that boy,' but I don’t ask."

"His appearance is completely contradictory. It’s as if two different creators were at war when he was envisioned."

"That’s not the case with Corbin. I always miss him."

"I might keep this façade going for a while for my own sick enjoyment."

"As much as his protectiveness can get old at times, it’s also a testament to how close we are."

It’s hard to defend your marriage when you’re dead.

Sometimes moving on is . . . the only way to move on.

I recognize that it’s not so much the fact that he’s seeing someone already. It’s the look he gets in his eyes when he talks about her that I hate.

You must be Lisa. Good to meet you.

I can’t say that, though, because it’s obvious what’s bound to happen.

For the second time tonight, I feel sick.

That’ll make tonight a lot less awkward.

I never saw him look at my mother that way, so whoever she is, I know it’s not a casual thing.

I look at her face, and it’s completely opposite from my mother’s face.

It’s the saddest door I’ve ever had to close.

I’m just tired.

It works out with my school schedule, too.

I should have known better than to think his apartment would give me any sort of glimpse into who he is.

Food makes him happy.

You made a sandwich for Cap?

I never have company, so I guess it just hasn’t been a priority.

Good for you.

I don’t fall for acts.

I work a lot.

Everyone’s gone.

My thoughts aren’t thoughts anymore. My thoughts are Rachel.

I can’t fall in love with you, Rachel.

My heart cracks.

I’m not supposed to fall in love with your laugh, Rachel.

How long have they been seeing each other?

It’s all just enough.

My new favorite flavor is Rachel.

I want Rachel for my birthday.

Maybe that’s the rite of passage before you become a man—realizing your father doesn’t have life figured out any more than you do.

I’m falling, Rachel.

Everything is Miles.

He’s nowhere, then suddenly he’s everywhere, whether you want him to be or not.

I have to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

This drive is about to be the longest drive of my entire life.

I think you’re attracted to me, Miles.

Let me explain something about my mother. She’s a great mom. A really great mom.

Who the hell am I right now?

I don’t know whether to smile in embarrassment or look away.

You’re fine.

Some people just don’t like questions is all.

The smaller the house, the more a family is forced to love one another.

Water is perfect. Would have been my first choice.

I shouldn’t have kissed you, Rachel.

I know how lust works. Lust wants what lust can’t have.

I want to ask you a million questions.

That’s the perfect answer.

Because we don’t know how to stop.

We do this for seven months. We don’t tell anyone.

Then we stop.

I’m gonna love you for seven months, Rachel.

"If my hand gets infected and I die, I’d be too dead to blame you."

"You’ll have a scar."

"I should be focusing on his injury, but the only thing I can sense is the fact that our knees are touching."

"You have to grab onto something in order to steady yourself. Every muscle in my body somehow just forgot how to do its job."

"He tightens his grip on my neck . . . and then he kills me. Or he kisses me. I can’t tell which, since I’m pretty sure they would feel the same."

"I feel like I’m about to die, and there isn’t a damn thing in that first-aid kit that could save me."

"It’s not that I don’t like you, Tate . . . I just don’t want to like you. I don’t want to like anyone."

"I don’t know why. I don’t know anything right now. I just know Miles."

"You want to have sex with me, but you don’t want to date me. You also don’t want to love me."

"I’ll take what I can get. I’m not Tate when I’m near Miles. I’m liquid, and liquid doesn’t know how to be firm or stand up for itself."

I’m just pretending to be okay with it, because none of it matters. Rachel matters.

Words are awful when they come out of his mouth.

We need a few guidelines so we don’t get ourselves in trouble.

Sex will make it that much harder when our time is up. You know that.

So sex is the only thing off limits? And we’re talking penetration, right? Not oral?

Just clarifying. I have a lifetime of things I want to do to you and only six months left to do them all.

Not at all.

But now that I’ve met you, I kind of wish I was.

She likes that I said this to her.

I take her by the hands and pull her up.

Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.

I don’t know how to speak to you. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Talk to me.

I would infiltrate his heart and spread myself around like a virus.

That’s his superpower. Invasion.

We make one screwed-up team.

I evaporate again.

You have your superpower now. You can fly.

Don’t take it for granted, Corbin.

You bend the laws of the universe when you fly.

You save lives. That’s way more impressive.

"You make it better, Rachel. Everything."

"I can’t see anything after that... I used to see whatever future I wanted, but now I don’t see anything."

"If I can’t have you... nothing else is even worth it."

"I love you," I tell her, freeing myself completely.

"I can’t quit you now. No way."

"We’ve got this, Rachel," I tell her. "I can’t quit you now. No way."

"Her kiss removes a weight from my chest that is so heavy I feel like I’m floating."

"You love me, Rachel."

"I tell her it’ll be okay. I tell her we’ll wait until we graduate, then we’ll tell them."

"Everything will be different. Everything will be good. They’ll have to understand."

I want to be on a map to his future.

You’re solid, I’m liquid. You part the waters, I’m your wake.

I can’t sleep now.

We can go slow. It doesn’t have to be tonight.

I want to taste you, is that okay?

This feels a little unfair.

It’s too much, Tate.

I wanted this to be good for you. I wanted it to be memorable.

I want to learn how to enforce it myself.

You’re not that good of a cook.

“Maybe this explains why falling in love is so damn painful.”

“I like that Rachel questions everything. It makes me look at things in a different way.”

“I wanted to kiss you that day.”

“But when you like to kiss someone because of who she is, the difference isn’t found in the pleasure.”

“The difference is found in the pain you feel when you’re not kissing her.”

“I like kissing you.”

“It doesn’t hurt when I’m not kissing any of the other girls I’ve kissed.”

“I like that I take her breath away.”

“We didn’t know about our parents that day, yet we still wanted to be doing this.”

“What if we just like kissing in general?”

When you know, you know.

I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you walked through my front door today.

If I had incredible patience, you wouldn’t be with me right now.

You made a good choice.

I know it’s supposed to go under the table. It will. Eventually.

I like kissing you, Tate.

Maybe it’s because I’m a nurse, but I don’t believe addiction is a choice.

It doesn’t deter me in the least.

His kiss is slow and calm—the complete opposite of my pulse.

Right now, the only thing I can focus on is his finger as it slides softly down my mouth and chin.

Everything is better now that I have Rachel.

My life. It’s better with you in it.

Being grounded with you sounds really fun.

You make everything better.

I make Rachel happy.

Her life is better with me in it.

God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things in life for granted.

I didn’t think God was capable of making someone go through something so ugly.

I’ve wondered how someone could make me so incredibly happy if God didn’t exist.

Every single day since then, I’ve wondered how someone could be so beautiful if there wasn’t a God.

"Love isn’t always pretty, Tate. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it’ll eventually be something different. Something better."

"I know what you’re thinking. Sounds depressing. More like a tragedy."

"Before you know it, you’re back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way."

"A man should not be allowed to make me feel the way that stolen kiss just made me feel."

"I want to plaster those four words on a billboard and require myself to pass it on my drive to work every day."

"The only thing that could possibly separate me from him right now would be a bolt of lightning."

"If all my twenty-three years were laid on a graph, this moment would be the crest in my bell curve."

"I glance at the window, still unable to see outside. "It’s raining too hard for anyone to hear us," I say. "Besides, you were the louder one the first time we were together.""

"You’re my little sister. I have standards for you, and Dillon doesn’t come close to meeting even one of them."

"I don’t want to be inside you unless I can feel you against me."

I’m disappointed in myself. Which is why I want to do everything I possibly can to turn this around for you.

Even though we didn’t want this, even though we didn’t plan for this . . . we can do this.

I know it’ll be a lot harder with a baby, Rachel. I know that. But it’s not impossible.

I told you I was coming back.

I’m not going anywhere.

I’m so sorry, Rachel.

I’ll tell them you don’t feel well and you can’t go to school today.

You love me so much, Rachel.

We’ve got this, Miles.

We’ve got this, Rachel.

"For something that’s supposed to be a casual thing, it’s felt anything but casual."

"I love that Miles hates him so much."

"I care. He’s my friend. I don’t want him to find out what a hypocrite I am."

"I never knew thoughtfulness could be such a turn-on."

"I want to feel you."

"You must be really tired, Tate."

"That doesn’t mean I want you to leave."

"I didn’t know it could be this intense. This raw. This animalistic."

"I have too much pride and too little courage to go find out."

"This felt like an end. I’m not sure I was ready for this to be the end."

I tell Rachel whatever he is, I’ll love him the same.

You’re doing a good job growing him. I’m pretty sure you’re gonna grow the best baby any woman has ever grown.

You love me so much, Rachel.

I look at her—at the girl I gave my heart to—and I wonder how I got so lucky.

What are we going to name him?

Then you’d better pick a good one.

One that means something to you.

I have the perfect name for him.

You love that about me, Rachel.

We should tell them tomorrow.

You act like it’s such a bad thing for us to like each other.

If we don’t stop now, it’ll just get worse.

Don’t think for a second that my issues are because of anything you do or don’t do.

You have to give me more than that, Miles. A simple explanation, maybe?

When they find someone they’re compatible with, they open up to them. They let them in.

If that boy can’t see what a good thing he could have with you, then he ain’t worth your time.

I guess I thought if I let him take his time, he’d eventually come around.

It’s a good thing we weren’t friends first. Would have made this a lot harder.

I just wish I knew what it was.

I laugh harder than I’ve laughed in a long damn time.

I love her, I say. I’m in love with your daughter. I’ll take care of them.

We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it happened, and now we have to deal with it.

Well, the hard part is over with.

It’s too late for that, I tell Lisa. She’s too far along.

I’m not her brother.

I’ll be at Ian’s, I tell her. I love you.

Just for a little while.

This started before I even met you, Lisa.

Rachel looks at me.

I love you so much, Rachel.

You’re a jerk, and you have serious issues, and I don’t want to be a part of them anymore.

I just don’t know how to deal with this thing between us.

I know I’m messing with your head, and I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry for that.

I can handle this as long as it stays simple.

Just make sure you don’t do or say things that would make me believe otherwise.

It’s just sex. Nothing more.

He’s loud. I’m louder.

Every single one of his admissions should be a red flag, since they were all also coupled with the hard truth that he doesn’t plan on loving me . . . but the red flag doesn’t rise.

I like being with you, but every time I’m with you, I’m scared you’re seeing it for more than it really is.

I can’t tell if you’re really mature for your age or really delusional.

Right now, Rachel only has me to talk to about the baby, and I only have her, and even though that seems like too little, it’s more than enough for both of us.

Let’s move in together.

I think we should do it now.

Congratulations on your summer registration.

We get to move now?

I love how evident the excitement is in her voice.

We no longer have to ask for permission. We only have to inform.

Together.

Rachel laughs. She’s standing at the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

He hasn’t asked about the pregnancy.

I’ve learned to stop trying to figure him out and to stop allowing things to get so tense between us.

I know I want so much more than what he’s giving me and he wants so much less than what I want to give him.

I try not to think about what will happen the day I can’t handle it anymore.

Our eyes remain locked for several long seconds.

Until this moment, I thought a kiss was a kiss was a kiss.

But he notices.

Why can’t I come over here, give him what he wants, get what I want, and leave?

I try to contain it, but I can’t.

You might want to look in the mirror, Corbin.

I suppose if a man lived through the ugliest side of love, he might never want to experience it again.

Rachel wants me to be happy. I tell Rachel I’ll be happy as long as I have her.

Then you’ll always be happy.

I’m learning that no matter how difficult a situation is, people learn how to adapt to it.

If people want peace within themselves, it’s necessary. Vital, even.

I love you so goddamn much, Rachel.

She’s holding my heart.

I love him so much, Miles.

I hope she remembers the moment she became my everything.

He makes life so much better.

We’ve got this.

When life gives you lemons, make sure you know whose eyes you need to squeeze them in.

How did I get myself into this mess? I know how I got myself into this mess. I also know how to get out of it . . . I just don’t want to.

It’s a stupid question. Of course, she’s tried calling him.

As much as I’m scared to death for Corbin, it’s also running through my head that Miles works for the same airline.

I break down into tears of relief.

Your mom.

That simple gesture, him calling my mother, just made me fall for him even harder.

Did you know them? The crew on board?

I love that Corbin wanted me to know that Miles was okay.

Every time I’m with him, he fills my heart up more and more.

I want him to know he can talk to us about anything.

I just want his beliefs—or lack thereof—to make him happy.

Based on this interrogation, I’m convinced he’ll never commit a crime, because you’re already the best dad I’ve ever known.

You’ll thank me later for it.

How long do they stay like this?

It feels real.

If you love me more today than you loved me yesterday, then I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Cheers to strong genes.

Four of the most impactful words I’ve ever heard.

You made the best of a difficult situation, and that’s honestly more than most adults would do.

"If I were capable of loving someone . . . it would be you."

"I like things exactly how they are."

"I can think of a lot more things I’d rather talk about than myself."

"He sees me for exactly who I am. I don’t see him at all."

"No, I don’t want to stop."

"If I ask you something, will you be honest with me?"

"I analyze his words and the fact that he said I can’t rather than I won’t."

"Something happened. Something that stole the spirit right out of him."

"It feels as if the temperature in the pool just shot up twenty degrees."

"You’re not supposed to be rude to old people. And he’s pretty damn funny, if you’d just get to know him."

“I know you’ve put two and two together.”

“It was the right thing to do, Miles. She was your mother, and I wasn’t going to leave her when she needed me the most.”

“I didn’t want you to think she died unhappy.”

“She didn’t,” I reassure him. “You were there for her, Dad. We both were.”

“My mother was happy with her life. Happy with me.”

“It makes me wonder if she’d be disappointed now, seeing how things have turned out.”

“She would be proud of you, Miles,” he says to me.

“I hug him. I needed to hear that more than I knew.”

“I thought bringing it up would do more harm than good.”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe there was a chance that you didn’t realize I’d been dating Lisa for longer than I let on.”

I’m the one who can’t handle this thing between us.

You’re allowed to miss me, Miles. It doesn’t break your rules.

We don’t say things like that, Tate.

I’m tired of pretending it’s not killing me to want to know everything about him.

There’s a huge difference between fucking someone and making love to them.

You think about me all the time.

What am I doing to you, Tate?

This grown man, this wall of intimidation, this solid veil of armor, he’s completely crumbling right in front of my eyes.

I don’t ask him what’s wrong again, because now I’m terrified to know.

I breathe for the first time in what feels like a month.

He’s already my hero, and he’s only two days old.

It makes me feel good. Like I’m doing this right.

Thank you for this baby. He’s beautiful.

I can’t stop staring at you, Rachel.

All I see is the two of them—my whole life—flash before my eyes.

I’ll get him, Rachel.

I want to be his hero.

I should have saved HIM.

Ruined.

It hurts so much. I never knew a heart could hold the weight of the entire world.

Whatever happened shouldn’t matter. Whatever happened, no one deserves to feel the way he’s feeling right now.

No amount of armor in the world and no wall no matter how thick could hide the devastation in his eyes.

I’ll do whatever he wants me to do as long as he stops hurting like he’s hurting.

Give me your pain, Miles.

I’ll never have his future, because he refuses to give it to anyone who isn’t her.

I don’t want to hear him defend what just happened.

I know I am. I feel how much he wants to love me, but whatever is stopping him is more than I’m able to conquer.

Please, I beg him. “Please, Miles.”

It’s intense. It’s heartbreaking. It’s devastating. It’s ugly.

I close the door behind me, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I don’t understand how it can be so perfect. How life and love and people can be so perfect and beautiful.

Then it’s not. It’s so ugly.

The difference between the ugly side of love and the beautiful side of love is that the beautiful side is much lighter.

The beautiful parts of love hold you above the rest of the world.

Sometimes the beautiful parts of love move back to Phoenix.

The ugly parts of love are too heavy to move back to Phoenix.

They bring you DOWN.

Ugly love becomes you.

Without the beautiful, you’ll never risk feeling this.

I’ll never let myself love anyone again.

He never lied to me. He never verbalized promises that he broke.

The occasional emotion behind his eyes when we were together was obviously a figment of my own imagination.

I can’t tell if it’s braveness or desperation, but my hand is balled into a fist.

I tell myself that I’m free to escape to the elevator if ten seconds pass and the door doesn’t open.

My heart is making a descent, scaling down my chest, through my stomach, and straight to the floor.

I inspect every word, every syllable, searching for a clue wherever I can find one.

When he reaches the door, my eyes fall to his feet first.

I don’t want him to watch me fall.

My regret over making the choice to knock consumes me.

Good-bye, Tate.

"You deserve so much more than what you’re allowing yourself to have."

"She’s the first thing to breathe life back into you since the night you drowned in that fucking lake."

"You can’t answer it," he says. "You can’t say yes."

"If being with Tate for a few short months can make that pain bearable... imagine what a lifetime with her could do for you."

"Some people . . . they grow wiser as they grow older. Unfortunately, most people just grow older."

"None of the people in your life knows what it feels like to be you. Not me. Not your father. Not those friends of yours. Not even Tate."

"You believe you took away that girl’s chance at happiness, and until you confront that past, you won’t ever move forward."

"You can keep on feeling like you don’t deserve a life for ruining hers."

"Sometimes we don’t do it for ourselves. We do it for the people we love more than ourselves."

"The thought of confronting your past terrifies you. It terrifies every man."

You deserve to feel that again.

The pain will never go away, Miles. Ever. But if you let yourself love her, you’ll only feel it sometimes, instead of allowing it to consume your entire life.

You’ve got this, Miles.

I’m so happy you’re not. It makes me feel good to see you happy.

I used to cry all the time. All the time... Every time I was alone, I would cry.

After a while, I began to notice that the good moments... began to outweigh all the sadness.

It’s good to see you.

I’m sorry I blamed you. You lost him, too.

I want to love her so much, Rachel. I want that with her so much.

It makes me feel good to see you happy.

"One day at a time, but it’s so much easier said than done."

"The silence was never so loud until I told Miles good-bye."

"I was absolutely not expecting to hear those three words, but they just became my new favorite words."

"I feel like I didn’t deserve you. I didn’t deserve happiness at all, because I’d taken it away from the only two people I had ever loved."

"But I’ll never be able to thank you enough for not giving up on me."

"You saw something in me that gave you hope in us, and you didn’t give up on that."

"It may be a small piece at a time, but my past is yours now. All of it."

"Promise me I can also have your future."

"It hurts because it’s never felt this full."

"I didn’t fall in love with you, Tate. I flew."

She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.

I was good at lying to myself, though. Convincing myself that I was strong enough to have her physically and no other way.

When I finally caved and kissed her, that was the point at which everything changed.

That day you asked me about watching the sunrise? I need to thank you for that. It was the first moment in more than six years I felt like I wanted to love someone again.

I love your smile almost as much as I love you.

Listen, Tate, I want your mess. I want your clothes on my bedroom floor.

Because I really want to marry you.

Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.

Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Tate and I share.

Because that’s exactly what Tate did. She loved me back to life.

Every day since then, I’ve somehow fallen in love with her a little bit more.

She’s already my hero, and she’s only two minutes old.

Believing that I lacked the ability to love someone in this capacity again was the only fear I had left to conquer.

The pain will always be there. So will the fear.

But the pain and fear are no longer my life. They’re only moments.

It’s the beautiful moments like these that make up for the ugly love.

I just became a father again. Tate just became a mother.

I’m scared of the fear that comes along with loving someone that much.

I love you so much, Sam.

It’s all worth it.