A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go.

Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.

A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.