Kim Quindlen

We’ve got to have chemistry. That doesn’t have to be only physical. Just chemistry in the sense that we can joke around together and have interesting conversations and talk easily together. Something where you just “click” with her.

Whenever he’s about to fart, he makes this face when he’s trying to get it out. But it’s also his way of warning me to either move away from him, or to put the window down if we’re in the car. In a strange way, I guess it’s his way of being a considerate boyfriend.

It’s important to be logical and practical. But it’s also important to trust your instincts. When something doesn’t feel right to you, there’s a reason behind that.

It might be easier to go through life being closed off to love. It might be safer and it might be painless. It might be less complicated. But it will certainly be more boring. More colorless. More lifeless. And a whole lot more empty.

Because she didn’t disown you when you got home from your freshman year of college and bragged about how much of a bad-ass drinker you were.

Their handwriting. When they remember things about you that you only mentioned once. Their unique scent.

Do not fret about who loves who more. Love is not a game or a competition. If you think of it that way, you probably won’t be in love for very long.

Finding your purpose is up to you, and that’s why it’s terrifying.

Forcing yourself to remember that everyone has a backstory you don’t know about, and avoiding the temptation of judging someone the instant that you meet them.

I’m supposed to be ready in an hour. I definitely have time to watch an episode of something on Netflix.

We’ve been making all our decisions on our own. But not really.

Are you going to finish that? = Give me your hash browns or I will cut you.

Don’t apologize to anyone for finding happiness with someone.

You cannot love someone if you feel nothing when they are in pain. You can feel “bad” for someone going through something if you feel affectionate or infatuated towards them. But you don’t love someone until the idea of them experiencing any kind of suffering tears your heart out.

This is not about finding your soulmate. This is not about finding the one person in the entire world that you could ever, possibly be happy with. I don’t think that’s a thing.

When you spend a certain amount of time with someone and get to know them on a deeper level than you’ve known anyone else, you become incredibly in tune with them, to the point that sometimes you freak each other out with how easily you understand each other.

She knows love at first sight isn’t real. Attraction at first sight is real. Desire at first sight is real. But not love. Love develops out of a series of small and ordinary moments that you don’t even realize are important.

It’s not weird that I fantasize about my office building burning down so that work gets canceled.