It was strange how grief could hide inside you. Like a virus, lying low for months, even years, only to spring out and leave you weak and helpless again. p. 131
"...they turned their world around for me, and because of it, turned mine around with it. ...They made a home for me, and nothing that happened before matters nearly as much as everything that came after." p. 156
Intimacy, she'd always believed, took courage as well as desire. p. 214
"... Time just goes by, no matter what the hell you do. Some things you let go. Some things are worth repeating." p. 346
No comments:
Post a Comment