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There is no such thing as a happy place. Because when you are happy, everywhere is a happy place. And when you are sad, everywhere is a sad place.

Becoming who you want to be is just like anything else. It takes practice. It requires belief that one day you'll wake up and be a natural at it.

It's foolish to ever be surprised by someone's secret hobbies.

A story can be beautiful not because of the way it ends. But because of the way it's written.

Life is strange. Always thinking that this one thing is going to make you happy. Because then you get it. And then you’re maybe not as happy as you imagined you would be. Because every day is just every day. Like the happiness becomes so big you have no choice but to live inside it. Until you can no longer see or feel it. And so you start to fixate on something else.

Your husband is not going to take care of you the way you think. Nobody can take care of you the way you need to take care of yourself. It’s your job to take care of yourself like that.

Нет такого понятия, как счастливое место. Потому что когда ты счастлив, каждое место счастливое. Когда тебе грустно, каждое место - грустное.

Любовь видима — она окрашивает воздух между двумя людьми в другой цвет, и это видно всем.

Она так хорошо предсказывает, что произойдёт в книгах, но так плохо предсказывает, что произойдёт в жизни. Вот почему она всегда предпочитала книги — жить гораздо сложнее.

Because Phoebe was not nice. No—Phoebe was just trying very hard to be liked

There are some people in this world who remind you of exactly how you like to speak.

What can you do?” Lila asks.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s what my father said to me after we got his diagnosis. I couldn’t stop crying about it, and he was like, Lila, is there one thing you feel capable of doing right now instead of crying? And there always was.”

She worries it’s her fault and that by giving Lila everything, they have given her nothing. They have stripped her of the most important thing: actual human desire. Her life has no urgency. There are no stakes.

It is so easy to hate Mrs. Dalloway for worrying so much about her stupid party, the way it’s so easy to hate the bride, she thinks. But in the end, everybody goes to the party and that’s the point. It’s Mrs. Dalloway who brings them all together in a modern world full of railroads and wars and illnesses that are always tearing people apart. If the problem is loneliness, then in this way, and maybe in only this way, Mrs. Dalloway is the hero for giving everybody a place to be.