The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?

She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.