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
Maybe that was just childhood? You hurry up, pick the opposite path, try to make childhood end. Then, as an adult, you have no idea why you were running away. What, exactly, you needed so desperately...
I’d been wrong about the ways we move past the versions of ourselves that no longer fit. I’d thought it involved running, as far and as fast as your feet could carry you, from your former selves. I di...
It’s weird to live somewhere where you can’t see the stars.
I stopped paying attention to her. I stopped doing the things that someone does for the person he loves. Because I was tired. Because other things always seemed to matter a little bit more. He
I looked at Finn, tempted to explain what had just happened, Bobby moving toward him, though I kept my mouth shut, in favor of trusting what I had learned this weekend, in the face of everything falli...
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...
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...
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.
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...
Saw me. And it seemed like he was going to do the right thing. But then slowly, evenly, he shook his head. Your father is welcome to stay on and help run the vineyard. He knows that we would love to h...
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?
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...
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.
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...
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...
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.