Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy’s dying wish?
It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn’t.
I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn’t get shoved first.
I understand better than she’d imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what’s hidden underneath.
Sometimes, when you don’t ask questions, it’s not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It’s because you’re afraid they’ll tell you the truth.
Risk always looks different when you’re beating the system than when you’ve been beaten.
You can fool yourself, you know. You’d think it’s impossible, but it turns out it’s the easiest thing of all.
Who I am, and what I am capable of doing has always managed to surprise me.
You make yourself strong because it’s expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.
If his voice hasn’t been the melody of my life, it’s been the bass line, so subtle you don’t notice it until it’s missing.
The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.
If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.
Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn’t even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.
I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.
What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?
Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn’t yours. But grief comes from losing something you’ve already had.
Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.
There’s some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there’s got to be someone worth saving.
A real friend isn’t capable of feeling sorry for you.