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Don't ever let anyone tell you the most romantic part of love is the beginning. The most romantic part is when you know it has to end.

You feel like you stopped living when he went missing. You feel like the rest of your days are killing time until it's time to die.

And here's why it worked: man or woman, gay, straight, bisexual, you name it, we all just want to be teased.

There is so much guilt lying around here, just waiting for me to pick it up and carry it with me. There is so much I can torture myself about.

I punched someone in the library stacks, somewhere between 972.01 and 973.6

The sun will rise no matter what pain we encounter. No matter how much we believe the world to be over, the sun will rise.

There is nothing more romantic than this. Holding the very person that you thought you lost, and knowing you'll never lose them again.

Just . . . just do me a favor."

"Anything."

"Don't stay with me if you want to be with him," he says. "Don't do that to me.

I am overwhelmed with love for my mom right now. She always knows just what to do. When do you learn that in life? When do you learn what to do?

Sometimes I worry I'll never find a place to call home.

Women don't need to be thin to be valuable.

I'm just trying to tell you that your life will be very long with zigzags you can't imagine.

The whole beginning of my life is this man.

I just . . . it's sometimes hard not to associate moving forward with forgetting the past," I said.

You don't tie yourself to something unless you're scared you might float away.

Heartbreak is a loss. Divorce is a piece of paper.

I know what it means to miss you,

You should know this about the rich: they always want to get richer. It is never boring, getting your hands on more money. When

Just because you can live without someone doesn't mean you want to.

I'm overwhelmed by the stunning incredibility of the truth.

I've always loved you. I never stopped loving you. I'm incapable of it. I'm incapable of loving anyone but you.

How have I spent all of my time forgetting who I am and who I love?

I remember seeing it on him the next day thinking that I never knew how sexy a wedding ring was on a man until it was my ring, until I put it there.

I was waiting for someone that would sweep me off my feet and would be swept up by me in equal parts.

I find myself smiling, finally. I guess I do remember how to do it. You just turn the corners of your mouth up.

I had predicated my life on the idea that I wanted to see everywhere extraordinary, but I'd come to realize that extraordinary is everywhere.

Widows don't accidentally flash their underwear at anyone.

Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box. Don't do that.

How do I tell the truth when I don't know what it is?

A conversational roadblock.

And I can't even begin to reconcile what is happening right in front of me to my real life.

I loved you so much it sometimes burned in my chest.

Just because something isn't meant to last a lifetime doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be.

It's almost terrifying, how much it defies logic and reason. What else do we know about the world that isn't true?

I'm under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.

True love doesn't always last," I say. "It doesn't always have to be for a lifetime.

Isn't it nice," he says, "once you've outgrown the ideas of what life should be and you just enjoy what it is?" Of

It's always my impulse to ignore the bad, to run toward the good.

No place has felt like home.

It is hard to be so honest, so vulnerable, so exposed. But I find that it always leads you someplace freer.

But he's wrong, isn't he? Everything isn't always fine. Terrible things happen in this world. Awful things. You have to do your best to prevent them.

What's that saying? Behind every gorgeous woman, there's a man sick of screwing her? Well, it works both ways. No one mentions that part.

Hearts are just like legs, I guess. They mend.

Everything that is possible happens.

I was going to wake up early tomorrow and go into the bathroom and write 'I love you' on the mirror with a bar of soap.

You're not really famous if anyone still likes you.

My heart is truly broken. And I know that even if it mends, it will look different, feel different, beat differently.

It all hurts so bad and feels so good that I'd swear my heart is bleeding.

Laughing and crying are so intrinsically tied together, spun of the same material, that it's hard to tell one from the other sometimes.

I have changed over time. That's what people do.

People aren't stagnant. We evolve in reaction to our pleasures and our pains.

You think too much," he says. "That's your problem. You're trying too hard to find the perfect answer when an answer will do

I love you," I say. I say it because I mean it right now, but I also say it for every single time I couldn't say it then.

You can't capture love in a bottle. You can't hold on to it with both hands and force it to stay with you.

You won't realize just how young you are until you aren't that young anymore.

If I want things to change, I have to change how I do things. And probably drastically.

I want to try to do something myself, knowing that when I have nothing left, someone will take me the rest of the way

You wonder what it must be like to be a man, to be so confident that the final say is yours.

You want to talk about the truth? The truth is you gave up on me.

Look at the things we are capable of in the name of the people we love.

What I'm mad about is that you forgot about me! That you moved on and replaced me! That I'm back and I still don't have you.

She must have thought I was marrying just anybody and I needed a gazebo to make it spectacular.

I wanted to talk more, to spend more time with him, to hear more about him. I wanted more.

What happens to the relationship you never had with your mother-in-law when your husband dies?

Ryan and I are two people who used to be in love.
What a beautiful thing to have been.
What a sad thing to be.

You know this is called self-pity. You don't care.

... it's time for you to start to meet people. Any people. New people.

Relationships aren't neat and clean. They're ugly and messy, and they make almost no sense except to the two people in them.

I desperately want to simply love him - unequivocally and without reservation - the way I did back then ...

And then, for some masochistic and stupid reason, we had sex again.

I want to be with someone who lives for me. I want to be with someone who considers me the love of her life. I deserve that.

We don't know what would have happened. But whatever would have happened wasn't supposed to happen.

We are two people who are madly in love with our old selves. And that is not the same as being in love.

I want so badly to take all her words and fit them like the pieces of a puzzle into the hole in my heart

Why have I spent so long settling for less when I know damn well the world expects more?

Sometimes divorce isn't an earth-shattering loss. Sometimes it's just two people waking up out of a fog.

That's what you do when you want something. You don't look for reasons why it won't work. You look for reasons why it will.

This apartment is acting like nothing has changed. Everything has changed. I tell the walls he's gone.

What's the rush, honey? We have all the time in the world.

You don't need to find the perfect thing all the time. Just find one that works, and go with it.

But sometimes you need to go get coffee more than you actually need coffee.

It's funny, isn't it? So often men see betrayal in what you've done instead of how you feel.

I love you."
"I know you do," he says. "But I'm not the only one you love. And you can only have one. And it might not be me.

It occurs to me that my memory of him was a poor substitute for the real thing.

Fate or not, our lives are still the results of our choices.

I think I'm heading into a time in my life where words and labels will lose their meaning. It will only be the intent behind them that will matter.

What else could you want in a person other than kindness and humor? I'm not sure anything else really matters to me.

He's never coming back. Whether you go or you don't go. So get in the car, because it's the last thing you can do with him.

I know it will be OK because everything is OK in the end. And if it's not OK, it's not the end.

I'm mad at myself for a lot of things.

So much so that I barely have time to consider what anyone else thinks of me.

My eyes are bloodshot. I look at my face and I think that I had someone who loved this face. And now he's gone. And now no one loves my face anymore.

I wake up most mornings feeling refreshed and well rested, with an excitement about the day. And as long as you can say that, I think you're doing OK.

It's just a small, good thing in a situation that totally fucking sucks.

We can't say what we would do in other circumstances. We can only know what we will do with the ones we face.

You don't own Ryan. You brought him into this family, and you asked us to love him. And we do. And you can't control that.

I said it even though I knew it would hurt her to hear it. I had to say it because of how much it hurt to feel it.

My fate will find me.

I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold.

You can only forgive yourself for the mistakes you made in the past once you know you'll never make them again.

I don't want to be back in this bed. I want to be up and moving and living and doing and seeing.

He's scared he's about to lose the person he loves. There's not a fear on this earth more common than that.