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Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.
The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.
If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.
...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.
When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.
Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.
How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?
When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.
I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?
Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.
Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.
Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.
Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.
For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.
When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.
That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.
Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.
Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.
It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.
Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .
People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?
She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.
He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.
Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.
But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.
Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.
Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.
When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.
He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.
Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.
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.
It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.
After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.
When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.
But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.
Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.
all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?
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.
Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.
She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.
Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.
I think my characters are more wish fulfillments than they are mirrors. They see things I don't and live in a world I can only enter through words.
The thing most consistently on my desk as I write is a cat - a different one at different times of the day. I think I'm more a part of their ritual.
My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.