She wanted him to notice her so much.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

Ruins stood for what was lost, and yet there were beautiful-peaceful, historic, intellectual. Not tragic or regrettable. Lena tried to keep hers that way too, and she succeeded to some extent. Why not celebrate what you had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.

Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved her intensely if not honestly.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.