Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.

Everything I ever said to you was true and is true.