How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.