All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?

So now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

We'd traveled, we'd been to lots of parties, lots of movies and concerts, we'd slept in. We'd done all those things that people with children seem to miss so passionately. We didn't want those things anymore. We wanted a baby.