But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that. It's this great rush, like for that one second everything's okay with the world again. It's amazing.

Once, she'd been a pro at decompressing, loved to sit on the back deck of the beach house in one of our splintery Adirondack chairs for hours at a time, staring at the ocean. She never had a book or the paper or anything else to distract her. Just the horizon, but it kept her attention, her gaze unwavering. Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.

Maybe" she said. "I just wish we'd have a little mishap.It would be reassuring

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

…It’s not just where you go, but how you choose to get there.

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?