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Life, I’d learned, is a revolving door. Most things that come into it only stay awhile.
Home. The word stoked an ember in my chest. Here was the permanence I’d been waiting for.
Hell, I’m old enough to have a daughter named Renesmee
“You moved here because of Peter. Don’t let him make you move away too.”
“Ever since Mr. Tumnus showed up at that snowy lamppost, this world was never going to quite cut it for me.”
“What about audiobooks?” I say. “Does that count?” he asks. “Of course it counts,” I say.
“everything worth doing comes with some risk.”
“She once dumped a guy because he thought Mamma Mia 2 was better than the original,”
It’s one thing to be replaced by an ex. It’s another to feel like your whole life has been handed over to someone else.
Feelings are like weather. They just happen, and then they pass.”
Life isn’t a competition, and neither is love, but I’m still the loser.
“A part of me is just waiting,” I rasp, “for the moment when you see whatever it is that drives people away. And I don’t want that. I don’t want you to stop wanting me around. I think it might break my heart to be someone you don’t like.”
There will always be a Petra. Someone more interesting, someone more fun, someone who needs less, or offers more.
you make love so easy, Daphne. You make me think I already deserve it, exactly how I am.
You’re the reason for the word wonderful. It really shouldn’t be used for anything else.
I love you in a way that feels brand-new. You make every single thing that went wrong feel like it was just a step in the right direction, and it—it makes me excited. For life to keep surprising me.
