Quotes from Laura Dave

It was comforting, the way this place got more beautiful every day. Wasn't that the gift of a home? You looked at it the same way, but then when you needed it to, it showed you all over again the many ways you'd been during the time that you had been living there. The many ways it had brought you back to yourself. The many ways it still brought you back to yourself.

something far bigger than all of that. 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.

If looks could kill, I might have killed him.

We were so removed from each other's actual lives that we told each other everything. Jules once compared it to how you confide in a stranger you meet on a plane. From the beginning, this is what we've been to each other: safe, airborne. Complete with a thirty-thousand-foot perspective.

we don't know shit about anything

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.

either way we cut it, we shouldn't

He was going to build his life here, right here, in the name of love and honor and whatever else he was feeling, even if he couldn't name up for what it was: exhaustion.

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life. —JANE HIRSHFIELD

If this sadness is something she has passed on, she wants to take it back, take all of it back and bear the burden herself. Make different choices, be braver, do just about anything so her daughter thinks she is worthy of getting everything that she needs as opposed to trying to figure out how to be better at giving it away.

The only laws of matter are those that our minds must fabricate and the only laws of mind are fabricated for it by matter.

When you're willing to do the work, it's amazing what can be saved.

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that! —LEWIS CARROLL

think it's a good thing to know what you want. If you do, you have a chance of getting it. If you don't, you have a chance of getting only what someone else wants you to have.

I'm happy for you and I'm happy, selfishly, for me. To get to see you so much . . . like yourself with someone.

I'll just assume that whatever your mother did wrong, she did one thing great. That's you. She figured it out enough to make you. I can overlook the rest. And you can have the freedom to feel whatever you want toward her. With no judgment.

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

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

To figure out how to be brave enough to find the life I wanted. To hold it, once it was found.

My father never measured success the way he did—reaching the tip-top of something, as if there was an objective tip-top. My father measured it by how well you figured out what you wanted for your life—what you needed to be happy.

When you saw where the truth was, you wanted to get there as quickly as you could, before you lost sight of it again.

I unfold the paper. Owen's note is short. One line, its own puzzle. Protect her.

We have our opinion and we filter information into a paradigm that supports it.

Cómo se puede explicar el hecho de encontrar a alguien a quien has estado esperando toda la vida? ¿Hay que llamarlo «destino»? Me parece demasiado vago llamarlo «destino». Es más bien como encontrar el camino a casa, donde el significado de «casa» es el de un lugar que anhelamos en secreto, un lugar que hemos imaginado, pero en el que nunca antes habíamos estado.