She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.
Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.
Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.
He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.
Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.
Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.
He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.
To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.
Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.
Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.
Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.
When someone needs help, you help. Right?
Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.
Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.
I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.
I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?
That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.
That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.
If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.
...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.
You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.
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