“Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“He'd come back to her, it was true. He was the one to walk out of the woods and onto the beach, to cross… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“Now Hadley presses her forehead against the window of the taxi and once again finds herself smiling at the thought of him. He's like… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“Well," he begins, sitting up a bit taller, "I was being quite gallant, actually, and offered to help with her suitcase. And then we… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“The only time it doesn't help to imagine the sky is when you're thirty thousand feet in the air with nowhere to go but… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“Emma knew that she'd always been on the wrong side of the line that separated her from her parents, from Patrick and Annie and… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“Hadley knows this isn’t some Disney movie. Her parents aren’t ever getting back together” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“If you were to draw a map of the two of them, of where they started out and where they would both end up,… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“She wishes that it were true, all of it. That it were more than just a story. That is was their story.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“There's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“True," he says. "But I'm able to supplement it with my wealth of British intelligence and charm." "Right," Hadley says. "Charm. When do I… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
“Chemistry wasn't something you could just create anyway; it was either there or it wasn't.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share
