Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

So what else can I tell you?" I asked. "I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.