Quotes from Emily Giffin

As I've said many times, the only way to stay trim is to eat bacon.

I know that the problem isn't the dream per se. It was the way I felt afterward, once awake.

Much later, she would go back and read the entry, and think to herself that memories were that way, too. When you wanted to forget, everything would return in raw, brutal focus. When you wanted to remember, the details would slip away like a dream at dawn.

I just think that I screwed up what could have turned into a more significant relationship, or at least a lasting friendship.

But I cherished our filterless relationship and considered it the truest measure of a best friend, greater than pure affection. Who was the person you trusted enough to be your most transparent self with, in both good times and bad?

Their collective advice: don't settle. Keep looking. Find Mr. Right. That is what they all did. And by God, I think they believe it. Because nobody who marries at the ripe age of twenty-three can be settling. Naturally. That is a phenomenon that only happens to women in their thirties.

Everyone has issues. And at the end of the day...you are who you are.

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart

It's a metaphor for life. If sports don't matter, then life doesn't matter.

I know by now that you can't control your life, no matter how hard you try. That inevitably people leave and disappoint and die. But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but in the end, it is the only thing that remains.

Time heals all wounds, particularly if you pack a bunch of stuff into that time.

I don't love him, period. I didn't love him before this. I cared about him. And I wanted to love him. Maybe I could have grown to love him. But those feelings just weren't there. I liked the idea of him. It was exciting. He was exciting. Too exciting.

I think my sister Daphne's obsession with having children has a lot to do with wanting to erase the pain my mother caused. On one level, Daphne's approach makes more sense. Yet the thought of a redo is not only unappealing, but terrifying. I don't want that kind of power over anyone. I don't want to be something that someone has to overcome. After all, I think everyone would agree that it's far worse to be a fucked-up mother than it is to have one.

I feel more myself with him than without. Maybe true love does that.

I certainly never felt rejected because they had given me up. My parents knew nothing about my birth mother, yet always explained with certainty that she didn't give me up or give me away - she made a plan for me, the best one she could make under her circumstances, whatever those were.

I'm far from fat, but her using me as a sounding board on this topic is like me complaining to a blind woman that I have to wear contacts.

I'm not saying it's healthy to be past-obsessed, ferreting out details of every ex. But it's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

Of course she knows that I will not join her. I have never danced on a bar. I wouldn't know what to do up there besides fall.

What's not to love' is hardly a reason to love, And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.

But maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

an ideal relationship, the balance of power is equal. But if someone has to have more power, that someone needs to be the woman. Her reasoning is that when most men wield the power, they abuse it and succumb to their innately self-serving, self-indulgent instincts. Women who have power, on the other hand, tend to rule in the interest of the family unit rather than their own self-interest. Which is why matriarchal societies are peaceful, harmonious ones.

Only boring people get bored.

When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. Elaine

knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.