There was something pathetic about the rejected wife bravely pulling herself together, joining a tennis club, doing a photography course, cutting her hair, venturing timidly back out onto the single scene.
There is no special protection when you cross that invisible line from your ordinary life to that parallel world where tragedies happen. It happens just like this. You don’t become someone else. You’re still exactly the same. Everything around you still smells and looks and feels exactly the same.
The suffragettes didn’t starve themselves for the vote so that you girls could starve yourselves for a man.[—Ellen’s godmother Mel]
The only woman who deserved a philandering husband was a philandering wife.
The medications, the hormones, and the relentless frustration of our lives make us b**chy, and you’re not allowed to be b**chy in public or people won’t like you.
The bills would keep on coming, no matter what else was happening in your life and that was good because it gave you a purpose. You worked so you could pay them. You rested on the weekends and generated more bills. Then you went back to work to pay for them. That was the reason for getting up tomorrow. That was the meaning of life.
Sometimes a girl has to stop waiting around and come up with her own fairytale ending.
Relationships don’t stay the same. There isn’t time.
Reading a novel was like returning to a once-beloved holiday destination.
Raising awareness. It’s a good thing. Makes people think twice.
Pride comes before someone trips you flat on your face.
Parents take far too much notice of their children these days. Bring back the good old days of benign indifference.