...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens. — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
It's been my experience," he continued, "that when you're with the right people, you feel more like yourself than ever. There's a happiness, and… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
“I love you, Ivy. I'll never stop loving you." She leaned against the winsow, looking out on a pale and glittering night. She looked through tears. I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy,… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
Actually, I came because I have a last-minute invitation. My friend Erika Gill is having a big party tomorrow night, one of those all-out birthday bashes that girls like. Want to go?" ---------------------------------------- "No. Sorry." "Since it's a catered thing, at a restaurant, I'll pick you up at- what did you say?" "I'm sorry. I can't do it." ---------------------------------------- "You're… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
“Ever notice how really smart people enjoy making silly jokes?” — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
I'm not supposed to date you, Jenny." "That's what you said before." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I didn't think this was going to be a problem. I mean, I'm pretty good at not letting someone become important to me. I have to be if I want to make it to L.A." "I understand." He laughed. "How… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
“Experience had taught me not to get close to guys who fell in love with Liza. I had been burned twice and I knew I couldn't compete. It didn't matter that I could no longer give a guy access to my sister; if Mike knew who I was, I'd be access to romantic memories of her. He'd start looking for… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they’ve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that’s just sour grapes or something. Maybe because… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
“Oh, I'll just improvise. I doubt you'll be much help. You couldn't have any real skills yet. Probably all you can do is stand there and shimmer, like some kind of freakin' Christmas ornament -- meaning only a believer or two will see you." "Only a believer?" "You mean you still haven't figured out that?" She shook her head in… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share
This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me. — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
A storm was brewing. The wind has picked up and a mass of purple clouds was coming in from the West. It felt good… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
