That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
The things that don't happen to us that we'll never know didn't happen to us. The nonstories. The extra minute to find the briefcase… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“It was probably not so unusual to be a different person with a different man, for all parts were authentically within, waiting to be… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“If one has a good reputation and trusted, the rules can be bent to accommodate.” — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“She felt with the shiver the rare sensation that she was exactly where she should be. She was an idea, a memory, one perfect… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
