There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is… — Nan Fairbrother Copy Share Image
“Will is mortified to realize that it’s probably his, or maybe a mixture of theirs, and then his eyes are arrested by the gold, shining band on the guy’s left ring finger. “Oh my God. You’re married.” — Leta Blake Copy Share Image
