Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

Things had a way of working out for the best when you let them run their course.

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.

There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.