The Winners (Beartown, #3)

by Fredrik Backman

the daughters of parents who take refuge in the bottom of bottles grow up faster.

We help if we can, when we can, to the extent that we can. It’s a particular sort of job, but also a particular sort of person.

People say that age brings wisdom, but for most of us that really isn’t true, when we get old we’ve just accumulated more experiences, good and bad. The result is more likely to be cynicism than wisdom.

and in the end the eyes we wake up next to and the horizon outside our window are the same thing: home.

“The only day you can influence is today. You can’t do a damn thing about yesterday and tomorrow, but you can do something about TODAY!”

whispers that she’d die without his heartbeat, and that she’s hardly dared breathe since he left because she didn’t want to exhale the last of his air from her lungs.

Love is a job for an adult. Love demands a whole person, all the best of you, all the worst. It has nothing to do with romance, because the hard part of a marriage isn’t that I have to live seeing all your faults, but that you have to live with me seeing them. That I know everything about you now. Most people aren’t brave enough to live without secrets. Everyone dreams about being invisible sometimes, no one dreams of being transparent.