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

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.