Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

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

It was a catch-22: If you didn’t put the trauma behind you, you couldn’t move on. But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave up your claim to the person you were before it happened.

newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas