Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

A good sister is one who won't be embarrassed when you burst into tears in public. A better one will hand you tissues until you stop. The best is the one who will go get you another latte to go with the ginormous chocolate orgy she's already laid in front of you.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.

We look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can’t believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I’m afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there’s more than that. This great and bursting thing inside me is love.