When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.