The constant happiness is curiosity.
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.
Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls... Even when they're being kind... especially when they're being kind.
Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind... When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.
Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.
Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?