The People We Hate at the Wedding Quotes

“Relationships are awful. They’ll kill you, right up to the point where they start saving your life.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Fate is just the name narcissists give to Coincidence.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Eloise, look, you’ll be disappointed, okay? Love disappoints. It can’t help itself. That’s why … I don’t know, that’s why Ingrid Bergman gets on the plane and leaves Casablanca, or Maude takes all those sleeping pills at the end of Harold and Maude. But what are we supposed to do? Stop trying? Preemptively say fuck it because we know everything invariably ends? That’s bullshit. You hear me? Bullshit. Love may disappoint, but that doesn’t absolve us from the duty of loving. Of trying to love.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Man," he said, "If I tried ignoring my mom for even two days, she'd go nuts and strangle me."

Donna nodded. " Yes, that's an option I've also considered.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“...people are on the verge of death in that church, Eloise. Have you been there? Have you felt how hot it is? Hell is cooler than that church is today.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Alice says. "I'm rambling. I'm sorry."

Karen says, "You need to stop apologizing."

"Sorry."

The redhead smiles.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Eloise had stared at Paul, and the only thing he could think of was how the restaurant's low lighting, coupled with the spectacular volume of her hair, created the impression that her head was exploding.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Love may disappoint, but that doesn't absolve us from the duty of loving. Of trying to love.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“...he was starting to suspect that perfect matches didn't actually exist, anyway--at least, not when two sentient people were involved.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Being likable is an inherent state of being, while being liked takes work”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“This is the part of traveling she hates the most, she thinks, as she adjusts her purse. Not the crowds, exactly, but the stark realization that she's just like everyone else.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Wasn't anyone who was or had ever been in love terrified, at least to some tiny degree, of love deciding to take its business elsewhere?”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“I can't just drop everything every time Eloise decides to smother us with her own happiness, Alice. I have a life, you know.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“FUCK THE WARNERS! Eloise, look, you’ll be disappointed, okay? Love disappoints. It can’t help itself. That’s why … I don’t know, that’s why Ingrid Bergman gets on the plane and leaves Casablanca, or Maude takes all those sleeping pills at the end of Harold and Maude. But what are we supposed to do? Stop trying? Preemptively say fuck it because we know everything invariably ends? That’s bullshit. You hear me? Bullshit. Love may disappoint, but that doesn’t absolve us from the duty of loving. Of trying to love.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Everybody has a heart. Except some people. —BETTE DAVIS, All About Eve”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“I have a life, you know.” “You’re implying that I don’t.” “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t have to. That’s what makes it an implication.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“You’re implying that I don’t.” “I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t have to. That’s what makes it an implication.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“Upon hearing them, Eloise turns as well. Paul watches as she stares at them, and he wonders what she’s thinking: if she sees love or a letdown; salvation or inconvenience. Reaching down, she gathers up the train of her dress and begins trudging up to them, working her way across the broad swath of grass. He stays behind for a moment, and as his sisters and his mother vanish behind the abbey’s arches and spires he stares upward, past his blinding hangover, to a point in the distance that he can’t quite grasp. A bit of infinity where blue bleeds to white, where absence and hope collide. He thinks of the beautiful, gut-wrenching future awaiting them, and the claw marks they’ve left in everything they’ve given up. He thinks of all the times they’ve faced the world on two steady feet, and all the times he knows it will knock them over to the ground. Mostly, though, he thinks—he forces himself to think—that for today, at least for today, they’ll all be okay.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“She wants to tell them that she’s not that deep, that she no longer has the energy to be manipulative or conniving. She wants to tell them that, sometimes, a sigh is just a sigh.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“I know they may seem like a handful,” she says, “but they really are good people.” Alice opts against pointing out the obvious to her sister: that if you have to describe a person as good, then chances are she’s not.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“quick”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“He’d just been awarded his master’s degree, and he was more or less pure hearted and well intentioned; his actions and decisions were dictated by a sense of goodness and purpose. Or, at least, that’s what he likes to think, now that he has the luxury of hiding behind hindsight.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“If a man’s character is to be abused, say what you will, there’s nobody like a relative to do the business. —WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY, Vanity Fair”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding

“His obsessions don’t manifest themselves physically, but they certainly lay other species of snares and traps in hidden corners of his mind. They lasso him and hogtie him and yank him away from logic and rational thinking. They spin him into vortexes where one thought grapples with another, which grapples with another, which grapples with another, until it’s three o’clock in the morning and all he can think about is all the problems he’s still left unexamined.”
― Grant Ginder, The People We Hate at the Wedding