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1 " coming "
― Elin Hilderbrand , What Happens in Paradise (Paradise, #2)
2 " In even the bleakest situations, there’s usually some good to be salvaged. "
3 " What am I going to do now? Then I realized this was the perfect time to start journaling again. Because if you don’t write down what happens in a day, you forget—and that day becomes a blur and that blur becomes your life. "
4 " Love is messy and complicated and unfair. "
5 " everyone has her baggage and her sad stories. What differentiates people is how they choose to deal with them. "
6 " Sex is ephemeral. Once it’s over, it’s over. Sex is not a lasting connection; it’s only real while it’s happening. It’s not love. "
7 " aspiring fashionista, a dedicated jogger, a world explorer, an enthusiastic foodie, and a grateful three-year "
8 " This is the Penfolds Bin Eight Cab. It has notes of imitation crabmeat, "
9 " This is the Penfolds Bin Eight Cab. It has notes of imitation crabmeat, hot asphalt, and a one-night stand. "
10 " vinaigrette, "
11 " Life gave me another chance to be happy. Only an idiot "
12 " Does he think about us? I wonder. Or does he have a vault in his brain where he locks us, and all the feelings he has for us, away? "
13 " This wine is a personal favorite of mine,” Skip says. “It has hints of hashish, old piñata candy, and the tears of cloistered nuns. "
14 " I hope he’s happy—because if he’s not happy, then what’s the point of staying with her? "
15 " she might understand that everyone has her baggage and her sad stories. What differentiates people is how they choose to deal with "
16 " Did two good people do something they knew was wrong because there was some kind of magical chemistry involved? Or was it plain old human fallibility, weakness in the face of temptation? "
17 " She still loves him but she doesn’t trust him and she doesn’t trust herself, and sometimes she thinks she went back to him only because it was comfortable and familiar, "
18 " had him pegged as one kind of person—he had just ended his second term on the Iowa City school board; he was encouraging his mother, Milly, to move into a retirement community but she was having none of it—he would pull out a surprise. Like the way he stroked behind my knee in a spot so sweet and sensitive, I had a hard time concentrating. We anchored off of Little Cinnamon because the cliff above was undeveloped so no one would be spying on us with binoculars "
