After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.

We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

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.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.