Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.

You don't make a friend," Jacob said with a scowl. "It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese.

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

When you can not find someone, it is because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere

Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.