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.

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.

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.

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...

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...

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.

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...

sometimes you need to make a mess.

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...

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...

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.

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

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.

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...

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...

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

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...

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...

You couldn’t erase the past. You couldn’t even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

Lena, listen to me, okay? We don’t have much more time here. You are in love. I’ve never seen anything like this before. You have to be brave, okay? You have to go and tell...

Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn’t. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn’t. The...

Desire was just the dumbest thing. You wanted what you wanted until it was yours. Then you didn’t want it anymore. You took what you had for granted until it was no longer yours. This,...

My memory is good for some things and not others.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives a hint that it isn’t real.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn’t quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you...

The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want...

Lena knew she had spent too much of her life in a state of passive dread, just waiting for something bad to happen. In a life like that, relief was as close as you got...

…he had found the courage once in his life to seize a chance at love from a person who knew how to give it. Lena prayed on these two moons that she would find that...

I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.

I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I’ve learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expand...

she looked up at the stars and gave Tibby thanks. She didn’t have to throw her thoughts far to know they reached her.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells...

You know what the secret is? It’s so simple. We love one another. We’re nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? – Carmen

Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.

Not even you can reach me here, Carmen thought.

You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at...