Your job doesn’t have to be your identity. It can just be a place you go, that doesn’t define you or make you miserable. You deserve to be happy. Everything’s better when you’re happy.[Harriet]
You’re in books. Of course you don’t have a life. None of us do. There’s always something too good to read.
You are in all of my happiest places.
Those were the endings I found solace in. The ones that said, Yes, you have lost something, but maybe, someday, you’ll find something too.
Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another. Our love is a place we can always come back to, and it will be waiting, the same as it ever was. You belong here.
The world’s always going to need surgeons, but it’s going to need bowls too. Forget what you think anyone else wants. What do you want?
The last-page ache. The deep breath in after you’ve set the book aside.
That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless b**ch.
That’s life. You’re always making decisions, taking paths that lead you away from the rest before you can see where they end. Maybe that’s why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we’ll never have.
Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.
So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.
Not every decision a woman makes is some grand indictment on other women’s lives.
