She, who had never liked weddings, had allowed herself this fantasy. Her wedding day to Rory. A pretty church in Sussex, festooned with spring flowers. Rows of relatives, and her, Elle, floating down the aisle...

Elle Remembered Yorkshire road and the flat he shared with Caitlin and their daughter, and she almost stopped and turned back, and then she hardened herself against it. It’s his problem if he wants to...

I hate the fact that it obsesses me so much. Who’re we gonna end up with?It’s a race, and everyone else is on the tracks and I’m at the wrong venue, with the wrong shoes...

She didn’t want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

No, she learned that true love was epic stuff, as told by Mary.

Not to be with the one you love, Laura, the one person you should be spending your life with–it’s like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still...

She was different. She liked hearing it, because she wanted to recall just enough of it to remember that she never wanted to go back to being the person she’d been before.

To know yourself is to know where you’re from

The trouble is I’m not very good at trusting my own instincts. I’ve been wrong before. A lot.””About what? You worry too much, about everything. You’re to hard on yourself.””I was wrong about Rory -“”You...

Since being back in London everything seemed greyer, but clearer. She couldn’t explain it. The strangest thing was she couldn’t recall her New York self. She wanted that part of herself back, but she couldn’t...

She had lost him. Lost him because she’d let him go. And she could not allow herself to regret that decision.

You don’t fall in love with someone because it’s convenient.

She wanted to sit in the pub with him the way Sam did with Steve, the way Matty and Karen had done last weekend with their boyfriends, to hold his hand as they walked down...

Everyone’s allowed to be in love with the wrong person at some point. In fact, it’s a mistake not to be.

It’s just odd being a guest at the wedding. When you dreamed about it for so long, even if you we’re a different person, and it was years ago. Sounds so stupid. I was stupid.

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

Elle wondered if he had regrets. But she didn’t let herself wonder for too long. She had locked her heart up against him, and it would take something extraordinarily strong to break it open.

I wish I’d learned then that when you call someone’s bluff you usually win: it’s simply not what the other person is expecting. And swimming along in the slipstream of another’s current is no way...