Quotes from Laura Dave

What brings you to our little corner of the world? And how can I go about making it your favorite corner?

There were certain things that you hit from different angles, but you never gave up on. You did the work that was needed, wherever that work took you.

We loved each other in the difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

I kind of think you could probably say the same thing about people. At the end of the day, one thing defines them." "What defines you?" I said. "What defines you?" he said. I smiled. "I asked you first." He smiled back at me. He smiled, that smile. "Okay, fine," he said. Then he didn't hesitate, not for a second. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for my daughter.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

There are different ways to be confused about how someone's disappointed you. Some lie about the future because they wanted to forget the past. But some will lie about the past because they think it will give you both a future.

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again.

This is the thing about good and evil. They aren't so far apart - and they often start from the same valiant place of wanting something to be different.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.

The could-have been boys still love you.

There are parts I wish didn't exist, parts I can't look away from now. In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

Most people don't want to hear the thing that will make it work better... They want to hear what will make it easier.

People don't tend to work that way. We have our opinion and we filter information into a paradigm that supports it.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

Josh had told me a long time ago that he had this theory that an entire relationship was based on what occurred over the course of the first five minutes you know each other. That everything that came after those first minutes was just details being filled in. Meaning: you already knew how deep the love was, how instinctually you felt about someone. What happened in their first five minutes? Time stopped.

Einstein said, So far as the theories of mathematics are about reality, they are not certain; so far as they are certain, they are not about reality.

Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?

Which is when I understand, in a flash, what I've been doing wrong with her—what I've been doing wrong in how I've been trying to connect with her. I thought if I were nice enough, sweet enough, she'd understand she could count on me. But that's not how you learn you can count on someone. You learn it in the moments when everyone's too tired to be sweet, too tired to try hard. You learn it by what they do for you then.

We forget all sorts of things that no one helps us remember

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.