Taylor Jenkins Reid Quotes
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Taylor Jenkins Reid Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
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.
"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?
You should know this about the rich: they always want to get richer. It is never boring, getting your hands on more money. When
I've always loved you. I never stopped loving you. I'm incapable of it. I'm incapable of loving anyone but you.
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.
It's almost terrifying, how much it defies logic and reason. What else do we know about the world that isn't true?
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 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.
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.
My heart is truly broken. And I know that even if it mends, it will look different, feel different, beat differently.
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.
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.
I want to try to do something myself, knowing that when I have nothing left, someone will take me the rest of the way
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.
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.
What a beautiful thing to have been.
What a sad thing to be.
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 ...
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 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
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.
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.
"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.
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'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.
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.
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.
I now understand why people sometimes describe the air as 'bitter cold'. The cold is not bitter. They are bitter about the cold.