…and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

Fear and anxiety are great motivators for me.

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through. Now he hears the ice creak beneath him, and so intense and panicking is the sensation that he has to stand for a moment, press his hands to his face and catch his breath.

Dont run before you can walk

He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.

There's something unnatural about a woman finding babies or, more specifically, conversation about babies, boring. They'll think she's bitter, jealous, lonely. But she's also bored of everybody telling her how lucky she is, what with all that sleep and all that freedom and spare time, the ability to go on dates or head off to Paris at a moments notice. It sounds like they're consoling her, and she resents this and feels patronized by it.

I would never complain about One Day taking off but it made me painfully self-conscious for a long time.