We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.

It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.