But I know this. We’re ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn’t sure who’d broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the...

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

Honesty was a tough customer… Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn’t easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once...

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She’d held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even,...

Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things.

She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure than a life of quiet habits. But looking back was easy. It was...

The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, and yet a feeling of communion with all the other places and...

Let me love you, but don’t love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

They were the sisterhood: their mothers at a younger age.

This is the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. I you don’t have what you want now, you don’t have what you want.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?”Eudoxia’s expression grew more serious. “That’s what you’re doing anyway, my dear.

Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the...

Not everyone got a close family. Not everyone needed one.

I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I’d share you, but I told him to remember that you’re my sister. I loved you first. (Riley...

Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you’d recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.

Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.

Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn’t get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of...

sometimes you need to make a mess.

I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or...

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she’d realized...

Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and heavy footwear, and quite a few piercings glinting in sunlight. They had invited...

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.

She’d cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn’t feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just … empty. It felt like she was...

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

When you feel someone else’s pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

We’re the Septembers now. The real ones. We are everything to one another. We don’t need to say so; it’s just true. Sometimes it seems like we’re so close we form one single complete person...

But it was smell that carried memory.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them...

When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

She hadn’t chosen the brave life. She’d chosen the small, fearful one.

If you are distant and misanthropic, selfish or cruel, you will find yourself alone in life and death.

It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she’d scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have...

Lena felt like a child. Worse than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No, smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled you could shoot...

Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel...

Together or apart, no matter ow far apart, we live in one anther. We go n together.

Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could...