Here One Moment

by Liane Moriarty

“I’ll never love anyone as much as I hate that guy,”

It goes so fast, people tell her. Hilarious. She’s been on this plane for a thousand years. Time has never gone slower.

I remember the strange duality of it: me being so aggressively angry with me.

Eve is asleep in a sticky scratchy heap of chiffon and lace, her cheek squashed against the side of the plane, when she wakes with a dramatic audible gasp for air, as though she’s been pulled unconscious from the ocean and brought back to life by chest compressions.

A parent’s love is surely strong enough to occasionally crash through the barrier dividing heaven and earth.

I’m always thinking, okay, I’ll just get through this next thing, then I’ll start living:

It’s often best not to think too much about “progress” or you may find yourself depressed.

Everyone loves a particular version of you and when that person is gone that version goes with them.

You never know what your last words are going to be, so try to choose them all wisely.

Try not to think about former boyfriends while on your honeymoon. It’s never a good sign.

I forgave Stella for sleeping with my husband, but I never forgave her for stealing my in-laws.

But that’s the thing about life: both your wildest dreams and your worst nightmares can come true.

She became my new friend. Friends can save your life.

It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on Earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had. —Elisabeth Kübler-Ross