Emily Giffin Quotes

I like to match what I wear to my book jacket - it's a little bit cheesy, but it's my thing.

I don't break up, I trade up

The best reason to pray is that God is really there. In praying our unbelief starts to melt. God moves smack into the middle of even an ordinary day.

We are in love and meant to be together.

The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.

What's the point of being sad?" he says. "We're here now.

The worst thing about this particular end (of my youth) and the beginning (of middle age) is that for the first time in my life, I realize I don't know where I'm going. My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love. And on the eve of my thirteth, I must face that I am 0 for 2.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

But I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.

No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.

He was uncomplicated and upbeat and easy. At one point, I might have thought these traits made him a simpleton, but now I think they just translate to happiness.

Although I'm sure there are plenty of tall, gorgeous, life-of-the-party guys who are also true to their wives, I happen to believe that a disproportionate number of them are cheaters.

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.

I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

Inevitably I draw on my own relationships when I write, so if I'm writing about a fight between a husband and his wife, of course I'm going to think about a recent fight with my husband. Or if I'm writing about sisters, of course I'm going to think about my sister.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

I have one final hope, If I get double sixes, maybe he will change his mind, come back to me. As if to cast a magic spell, I blow on the dice just as Dex did...Just as it happened with our first roll, one die lands before its mate. On a six! I hold my breath. For a brief second, I see a mess of dots, and think I have boxcars again. I kneel, staring at the second die. It is onle a five. I have rolled an eleven, It is as if someone is mocking me, saying, Close, but no dice.

I wondered why I was so startled by the encounter when there was something that seemed utterly inevitable about the moment. Not in any grand, destined sense; just in the quiet, stubborn way that unfinished business has of imposing its will on the unwilling.

I still think I love him more. It's one of those things you never know for certain because there's no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You can't quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

For true downtime, I enjoy going for light runs, having drinks with friends and going to the movies with my husband.

What appeals to you the most is the very thing that will drive you crazy

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

There is no grief like heartbreak.

A theme in a lot of my books - and in my own life - is making choices that you feel you should make, or what society wants you to make, as opposed to what is truly right for you.

Did she ever regret her choices? Were her decisions more clear-cut than mine - or are there always shades of gray whe it comes to matters of the heart?

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.

I have always been drawn to coming-of-age stories and books and movies featuring compelling young characters.

There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

I think some of the biggest time sucks are regret and guilt, and I have to fight against those things all the time. In a way, it's a good thing, because it can motivate you to make amends and forgive, but regrets are really, I think, a supreme waste of time in many ways.

I don't really know why I went to law school.

There are people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it - like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

My head spins as I glance away, refusing to get sucked back into his gaze when so much is at risk.

I've always loved sister stories in fiction, from the time I was little, reading about Beezus and Ramona. I've always wanted to write a sister story.

Happiness is the best revenge, you know? Just be happy. It's a choice.