Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.