Oh, Daisy, it’s revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I’m afraid I’m going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God’s sake, don’t let me.
If I listened to your advice, I’d be making your mistakes instead of my own.
Sometimes a simple question could have a complicated answer.
Falling hard and fast. And there didn’t seem to be a thing I could do about it.
Sometimes the closest-held secrets in the world can be pried out by the right question at the right time.
I need you for a lot of things, Hardy. A lifetime’s worth of things.
The smarter you are, the more reasons you have to be miserable.
It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn’t do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.
I was a new person in the same world, which was a lot more difficult than being the same person in a new world.
I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.
But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.
But sometimes normal just isn’t happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.
Maybe he’s not college-smart, but he’s smart in a way they can’t teach.
I think at this point, safety isn’t a feeling, it’s a process. Starting with trust.
Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.
I’ve lost someone, too. And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.
Most of the time when couples argue, it’s not really about the thing they’re fighting about; there’s a deeper reason why they’re arguing.
I reflected that for all the people you lost touch with or couldn’t hold on to, life occasionally made up for it by giving you the right person at the right time.
Tell me everything, I would say. All about the blues, and the time your heart was broken, and what scares you the most, and the thing you’ve always wanted to do but haven ’t yet.
Sometimes when we’re not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.