You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.
You are not going to die, I know I said I'd let you, but I can't.
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
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.