Infatuation's just another word for not seeing clearly. When you start to love a person- that's when they become real

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.