Quotes from Kristan Higgins

Personally, I always thought married sex was the best sex. Owen and I knew each other's bodies, our favorite parts. There was the trust factor, the love, the like. It was always good.

Not everyone has to be in a relationship to feel good about themselves. Some people are better off on their own.

I'm trying not to wet myself with excitement," I murmur back. "It's harder after having the triplets.

I had thought, once, that I couldn't ever be a mother because I'd passed at the chance to raise my own son. But this summer had shown me--Matthew and Monica had shown me--that being a mother wasn't one thing. It was an indefinable, eternal state of love and acceptance, sacrifice and forgiveness. And hope. Because being a mother was nothing if not hope.

I'm going to email you every week and invite you out for dinner, and you can turn me down as much as you want, but when you're ready, we'll go somewhere fabulous with huge drinks, my treat. And you can tell me about him, or we can talk about bridezillas or gossip or go to a movie. We can talk now if you want, or we can just get down to work." I

I guess I've found that I'd rather be alone than with the wrong person.

So because of their affair, Emmanuelle gets a promotion and a raise, Adam gets a vacation, and I got an STD panel.

She wondered if he could see himself in a mirror. If he sparkled.

I wish in one sharp, abrupt swell, that I could stay. What a beautiful word that is. Stay with me. Stay home. Stay alive.

Hell is not other people. Hell is the DMV.

The last time I had this done, it felt like the doctor used an elephant tusk." "We got rid of all our tusks last year," I said, smiling.

And the thing is, that's all fantastic. I'm glad they work at the soup kitchen and care about their causes. It's the self-congratulatory sense they have, so gravely discussing their commitment and level of knowledge.

Rather tiring to a person whose idea of outdoor activity was taking her book outside to read. "All

He didn't look away. No one looked at a person that way anymore. They checked their phones, or scanned the horizon, or glanced around.

So I guess I'm ready to...start dating. I want to get married again. Have a family." Ethan leans forward, causing Fat Mikey to jump off his lap. "I see," he says. I look at the floor for a second. "Right." Risking a peek at Ethan, I add, "So we should probably stop sleeping together.

particularly gruesome menopause (or meno-go, as the case was),

up or something?" "Have

Te amo —repitió él. —Ya era hora —susurró ella

Your shoes will drown, he said, and with that, he scooped me up in his arms. Th cold rain was a shock, and I yelped a little. Ian smiled, closed the door with his foot and carried me...carried me toward the hotel, and it was so crazy romantic that I couldn't quite believe it was happening to me. My heart felt as light and happy as a dandelion seed carried on the breeze

Creative destruction.

That's what the list was about. The chance to get it right. It wasn't about tucking in shirts and piggyback rides. It was about not letting your weight define you, and not letting it decide when you could be the person you wanted to be.

He took vows, but so did I. And in a flash I realize that his affair hasn't killed my love for him. It muffled it, embarrassed it, shamed it. I'm so stupid because I still love you.

I opened the night table drawer and closed it fast. Okay, then. Mom still had womanly needs. Good for her. I'd get some eye bleach and erase that memory, stat.

He was not Monica's biological child, and all the research said that no matter how good a mom she was, she would never be enough. Fathers didn't seem to be so accused in the literature.