Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

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

Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper

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

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.