If you had grown up with me, this is one of the things I would have tried to teach you: Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. Because I have both now, and when it is the other way around, there is no spell in the world that can even out the balance.

I wonder if what makes a family a family isn't doing everything right all the time but, instead, giving a second chance to the people you love who do things wrong.

What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.