No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

Carmen hated the 'life is too short" rationalization. She thought it was one of the lamer excuses in the history of excuse-making. Whenever you did something because "life is too short not to," you could be sure life would be just long enough to punish you for it.

She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.