But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become a part of.
Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.
I knew something else, too: It’s human nature to want to help and soothe and save with your love, but it’s also arrogant.
Us frogs understand this.
Nice can have an edge.
You knew me. You KNOW me. I can’t imagine my life without you, without someone who knows me that well.
The past is a good place for the past.
We forget that just because something is honest it is not necessarily the truth.
Even when times are dark, the darkest, even when you are sure that life as you know it is over, there are still things that last.
I guess I was inching and crawling my way toward Elizabeth Bennett’s words about unconditional love. That it was a dangerous thing without heavy doses of mutual respect.
Fury and devastation are fraternal twins.
No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you’d think.
You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.
When you’re not sure whether you’re in love with someone or not, the answer is not.
Just because it turned out bad, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant.
You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have past and future colliding in the present, your own personal Big Bang, and nothing will ever be the same.
Sometimes you’re sure dogs have some secret, superior intelligence, and other times you know they’re only their simple, goofy selves.
I finally learned that it was all right to say something wasn’t working for me when it wasn’t working. The world doesn’t come crashing down when you speak the truth.
Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.
Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can’t even see straight.