“But you're wrong. Happiness is EARNED, like everything else. It's achieved.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, happiness feels so fragile…So what do we do about it?...Live. Forget that it’s fragile. Live like it isn’t” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“It's ok to feel happy, right? She hoped he'd know what she meant.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“I know how syrupy this sounds, how dull, provincial, and possibly whitewashed, but what can I do? Happy childhoods happen” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“Happiness isn't what happens when you whistle along, pretending bad things don't exist. . . Happiness is earned, like everything else. It's achieved. ” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“I spoke, I listened, and my heart broke, which is to say that it didn't break at all but became suddenly aware of its… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“But every time, what brought me to my senses was my conviction that before a person dropped a new life into this world, she… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“Clare wasn't worried anymore about their being mean to each other. She imagined that someday she'd be part of a friendship in which she… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“But you're wrong. Happiness is EARNED, like everything else. It's achieved.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“Since you left there's been a you-shaped space beside me, all the time. It never goes away.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“In my experience, people love what they love. They just do. Or fail to love what they fail to love.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“She's the main character in her story, just like I'm the main character in mine.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“A real life doesn’t mean getting what you want; the achievement, the priviledge, too, is knowing what you love. But getting what you love? Having what you love love you back? Oh, my friend, its a miracle: your one tiny life’s head-on collision with divinity.” — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share
“He wasn’t looking at her, was at such an oblique angle to her that his face was little more than a sliver, but she knew him at once. “It was like reading,” she would try to explain later, and she wasn’t talking about phonics. She didn’t break him into syllables—shoulders, hair, shirt collar, hand, nose, cheekbone—and put him back together… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share
“We were friends. It was as big a deal as being in love.” She tried to think of a way to make Amelie understand.… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“...in my family I have comrades-hearty and loyal-when what I need are intimates, and I've never figured out how to get us all to… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
“There are people whose deaths make you ache with sadness. And then there are people whose deaths prevent the sun from rising, deaths that… — Marisa de los Santos Copy Share Image
