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Somehow he'd become the one constant in this whole uneven chapter in her life, & the idea that could change was unsettling.

That's the way these things work, kiddo," he says. "Love isn't supposed to make
sense. It's completely illogical.

We have all sorts of words that could describe us. But we get to choose which ones are most important.

And the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now.

There's always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization.

Chemistry wasn't something you could just create anyway; it was either there or it wasn't.

It can't be epic if there's no challenge to it.

I'm not sure I'm quite finished saying hello yet.

Parents aren't always right about everything," Hadley says. "Sometimes it just takes a while to figure that out.

Is it later yet?

Aidan is the only person she knows who would mend a pair of sweatpants. He hates to give up on anything.

But cemeteries are like mousetraps for memories, catching grief by the tail before it knows what's what.

I don't have a smartphone... I have a very, very dumb phone. In fact, it's kind of an idiot

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.

The geography of the thing wasn't the point; it didn't matter where they were: there was still too much space between them.

They discover that sometimes it is a person rather than a place that anchors you most in the world.

Just like when you're young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime.

It's not what it isn't.

Just because you painted a house didn't mean the furniture inside was any different. It had to be the same with people.

He's still her dad. The rest is just geography.

You can't know the answer until you ask the question.

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers.

It's not the changes that will break your heart; it's that tug of familiarity.

All he did was sleep, like it was some sort of drug and he couldn't get enough of it.

He smiled. "All that stuff can be learned," he said. "What you're doing now, that's instinct. And it counts for a lot.

Pg 29 their brief relationship now strikes her as the most obvious mistake in the worl

She wishes that it were true, all of it. That it were more than just a story. That is was their story.

The only thing harder than leaving is being left behind.

There's a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it's actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.

There's a difference between loneliness and solitude.

This wedding will put a period at the end of a sentence that wasn't supposed to have ended yet.

He was a mystery that - for reasons I didn't quite understand - I felt desperate to solve.

She had a knack for making herself invisible that had always felt like a kind of superpower, something that belonged only to her.

And being here like this, so suddenly close to him is enough to make her lightheaded. It's a feeling like falling.

Time automatically didn't amount to anything.

Yeah, but what if we got separated?
Why would we?
But just, what if?
We won't

You wait for ages, and then two come along at once.

And like every ending, it was a strange mix of exuberance and sorrow.

There's a kind of unfamiliar electricity that goes through her at the nearness of him, and she can't help wondering if he feels it, too.

Why did the scarecrow win the Nobel Prize?"
"Why?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"For being outstanding in his field.

It didn't help that she was right; when had that ever made anything better?

Looks like the wrong kind of bait can get you the right kind of fish.

I like how you're neither here nor there. And how there's nowhere else you're meant to be while waiting. You're just sort of suspended.

But no escape route." "Ah," he says. "So you're looking for an escape route." Hadley nods. "Always.

There's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together.

They weren't so much a constellation, the five of them, as a series of scattered stars.

You," he says, laughing in spite of himself, "are mad as a hatter.

He could be a fan of rock stars or tennis stars or the countless stars in the sky.

So that explains all the mind games."
"You say mind games, I say research.

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

This, it seemed, was just what happened when you left someone. They disappeared behind you like the wake of a boat.

This time she didn't bother correcting him. Just this once, she'd like to believe that he's right.

The only time it doesn't help to imagine the sky is when you're thirty thousand feet in the air with nowhere to go but down

There was something intoxicating in the anonymity of it all.

And here's the amazing thing: Now it was.

Maybe they were nothing more than a footnote.

The most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.

There are so many ways it could have all turned out differently.

Hadley didn't know it was possible to miss someone who's only a few feet away, but there it is.

You know what they say, if you love something, set it free.

Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.

Even if she were telling the truth, she would somehow manage to appear guilty.

Because I was with you," he tells her. "I feel better when I'm with you.

You can't survive a rift that big without it leaving a mark.

Hadley knows this isn't some Disney movie. Her parents aren't ever getting back together

Did you know that people who meet at least three different times within twenty-four hour period are ninety-eight percent more likely to meet again?

You're not the only one who copes by imagining things.

Perhaps if there were more time, or if time were more malleable; if she could be both places at once, live parallel lives

Is the kind of smile she loves best: It's like a sneeze, a reflex, a twitch, helpless and automatic, and it only happens when he looks at her.

There was enough space out here that it was easy to lose sight of each other.

As if it were far easier to start over completely than to try to put everything back together again.

Talking to you is one of my favorite things to do."
"Top 10?" she asked.
"Top 5 at least," he said with a wink.

She filed those moments away like precious documents, wore them smooth with memory, collected them like bits of prayers.

What are you really studying?"
He leans back to look at her. "The statistical probability of love at first sight.

Airports are torture chambers if you're claustrophobic.

Well, I guess we all can't have epic loves at such a young age.

Here. There. Everywhere. Somewhere. Home.

The end coming before the beginning really even had a chance to begin.

Wasn't it just so typical that all the things you never really meant to say were the very ones that came back around to you in the end?

The morning felt like a mixing bowl just waiting for its ingredients; there was a sense of possibility to it, a promise of something more to come.

There are different kinds of happy, some kinds don't need any proof. - Ellie O'Neill

When you're on the other side of it," she says, "fifty-two years can seem like about fifty-two minutes.

There was so much I was trying not to say. I guess it was easier to talk about nothing than about how much I missed you.

Maybe they were never meant to have more than just one night. After all, not everything can last. Not everything is supposed to mean something.

What does it really look like?
Isn't it obvious?
Not especially ...
You. It looks like you.

Nothing's all that scary if you can see it coming.

How are you supposed to find what you're looking for if you're not convinced it's even out there?

There's always that tiny piece of hope that this day - your day - will be the one to turn out differently.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

He's looking at her like she's the answer to some sort of riddle.

Soon enough, his shapeless future would start to mold itself into something more concrete. In the meantime, he was in no hurry.

Salutations," he said, and she smiled.
"Good morning."
"Yeah," he said. "It really is.

This house is about two dictionaries away from caving in,' she'd say, 'and you're buying duplicates?

She wondered if there was a word for loneliness that wasn't quite so general.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

There was no point in waiting for someone who hadn't asked, and there was no point in wishing for something that would never happen.

There's a space between forgetting and moving on, and it's not easy to find.

Well, there's an after-party," he said, leaning back to look at her. "But I'm only stopping by for pictures, and then I've gotta fly to Manila.

Graham glanced up at the sky, which was pale and pocked with birds, the whole thing like a negative of yesterday's fireworks display.

There are so many ways to be alone here, even when you're surrounded by this many people.