You asked why I couldn’t forgive you,” Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. “It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn’t want to be. That’s hard to let go.
….And then I turned and saw a guy staring at me….”What are you looking at, idiot?” I asked, giving him the sneer that had served me so well.”My future wife. The mother of my children.
I don’t get it, guys, I continued. I’d want to date me. Why is it so hard for me? I’m wicked fun, I dress nicely, I’m friendly… I’d love to date me. Wouldn’t you?
Not everyone has to be in a relationship to feel good about themselves. Some people are better off on their own.
But they’re family, and you forgive them, even if they are human equivalent of hyenas. Because that’s what you do, Posey. Forgive.
If only…the saddest words in the English language.
I don’t want to lose you, I love you, and…and that’s all I’ve got.”As speeches went, it wasn’t great. As feelings went…different story.
She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.
When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, then tries to sit on your lap, it’s hard to feel sad.
I guess I’ve found that I’d rather be alone than with the wrong person.
Get out of bed. Go to classes. Try to be normal, and pretty soon all that grief you carry…it gets easier.
Granted, I’d waited a long time to hear those words. Would’ve sold a kidney-maybe two-to have heard them at one point. Now, though…they didn’t have the same impact. They were, in fact, an overcooked noodle in the pasta salad of love.
Commandment #1: Believe in yourself. Commandment #2: Get over yourself.
You know what I loved about ‘Sideways’? Well, the wine, of course. But it was one of the few movies in which being a writer was realistically depicted. I loved how the Paul Giamatti character tries so ineptly to talk about his book.