We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

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.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.