Where do we go from here? I started off this crazy weekend by trying to make sense of these moments—these moments that you know you’re going to remember—but like anything else, nothing exists without...
Most of the time a person wants something more than anything else. You can tell because at the end of the day that's what they're willing to fight for -Dan
Was like I was hurting myself and he was showing me how it looked. It was right there on his face. How it looked when we listened to our fear. Our uncertainty. When we let it be the thing that guides...
That real love comes over time, once that initial draw you're talking about takes on a different form. When you get to understand there is something more concrete between you. Something that is worth...
When everything gets messy and brutal and complicated, the truth is the first thing to go, isn't it?
We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.
That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.
Someone's affection would give someone else freedom.
I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count
He reached forward and held my face, trying to make me look at him. Except I couldn't look at him and not see all the stories he had kept private about his life this last year. There were breakfasts w...
Even if things didn’t always go the way they should, sometimes they went exactly where they needed to.
Dan: Finn and Bobby are fighting over the wrong thing. But at least they're fighting. Georgia: And how is that good?Dan: Because that's the only way to get somewhere better. If you fight, you work it...
Maybe just once in this life someone loves us for the us we don't even know how to be yet. And if we lose him too early--in the name of all the promises in the world: a new job, a new city, an old lov...
Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?
This wasn’t because he liked me, I was sure. It had more to do with him banking on what we of wedding age had all become witnesses to—how during these wedding weekends, single women, feeling a little...
You have something you want to do. Something you like to do. Something you're good at. Why don't we start with that? Why don't you let that be the entire plan for now?
Thing is, either way we cut it, we shouldn’t test the people we love, he said. We do, but it’s shitty and ultimately, regardless of what they did or didn’t do, we’re the ones who feel like we failed.
That was what I feared most: that he just wasn’t excited about us anymore—that something between us had altered irreversibly. And afterward, I started seeing the evidence everywhere: in the way he did...
In physics: It’s called simultaneity. In music: rhythm. In your life: epic failure.
Knew each other in that honest, unmitigated way that people get to know you who meet you when you're still young. Before all the rest of it. Before it becomes both easier and harder to know yourself.
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