Quotes from Elizabeth Berg

Nothing will brings lovers closer together than people trying to keep them apart.

what John likes best are the small and undramatic moments that make for a kind of easy comfort, for a feeling of being grounded in a relationship.

I sit on the bed and think how life is never safe and they should tell you that right off the bat. Things happen out of order and just plain wrong, and there is not one thing you can do about it. The message of every morning is? ??????????

Life comes with problems, you have to accept that. And you have to try to lead the simple life; to not constantly ask questions about the whys and the wherefores of everything.

What if you determined to fin one thing every day that you -... I know. Count your blessings. Remind yourself every night of every good thing that happened to you that day. No. I'm not talking about things that happen to you. I'm talking about purposefully doing one thing that brings you happiness every single day, in a very conscious way. .......think of it more fluidly-as a philosophy that you exercise daily. And days turn into years. And then years turn into a lifetime.

But losing weight for health reasons is a very dull prospect, doomed at the outset. Losing weight for romance, that's altogether different.

She doesn't exactly know why kids don't like her. She's good-looking enough. She has a sense of humor. She's not dumb. She guesses it's because they can sense how much she needs them. They are like kids in a circle holding sticks, picking on the weak thing. It is in people, to be entertained by cruelty.

sometimes he just can't help but think that there really is a grand plan. In a way, it reminds him of square dancing, how you can see the pattern fully only by looking at it from above, by not being a part of it.

real love is when the other person is your best friend and you shouldn't have to work hard around them, it should be, like, more natural, and you just want to be with them even if you're not doing anything.

There are certain things in your life that will become every important to you. You might not be able to explain to anyone else why they're important. But you will expect the people who love you, the people who are your family, to respect those things.

And in my head, a person who was out walking and walking in the dark comes to a little house with a light on. Waits at the door for a moment, and then goes in. Finds such a welcome that she stays.

Always pick the thing that is not a chain, is one way to try to save the world.

I do not believe the loss of a child is something one ever overcomes. One puts on the faces one needs, but inside, one bleeds and bleeds.

Are these real diamonds? I once asked, and she said, Why have them if they're not?

You know...it's like you live your life opening doors. One after the other. You open a door onto a hallway, which leads to another door, which leads to another hallway. But then one day you open a door and it's to a closet. It doesn't go anywhere.

Never think winter will last when spring is equally inevitable.

We are assumed to be rather hopeless -- swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.

Hiraeth: a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

The greatest understanding of a thing is when you can't reduce it any further

Now there's some honest writing!

Steven sits back in the booth, crosses his arms. "My wife was cremated." "Your wife…?" "She died when Maddy was two weeks old." "Oh, my. My goodness. That's a hard one. Boy, oh, boy. That must have been hard." "It never goes away. Never does." Arthur leans forward. "The pain, you mean?

I'm sorry! It's just that it hurts so much and it never stops!

For everything there truly is a season; if his life's work has not taught him that, it has taught him nothing. The birth of spring, the fullness of summer, the push of glory in the fall, the quiet of winter.