You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

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.

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.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.