Quotes by Emily Giffin

“I think the issue of female friendship really resonates well with women, ... So many women have a friend like Darcy or can relate to the feeling of being second-fiddle to a friend.”

“My life is very unglamorous, ... I have twin sons, theyre 20 months old, they run me into the ground. I write in my sweats. Its a very simple life. Thered be no reason for me to be a diva. Thats funny.”

“I enjoy taking a protagonist and putting her in a situation that women initially make judgements about and then re-examine,”

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when youre single among a room full of couples.

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

I miss us too. I always have and I probably always will. Sometimes there are no happy endings. No matter what, Ill be losing something, someone. But maybe thats what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice again and again, day in and day out, year after year,says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. Its amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didnt even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didnt even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Didos voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo Ive been using all summer.

Lifes not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So, when the whole things spills, you arent as devastated.

We are one of those couples i used to watch, thinking to myself that Id never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer than it actually was, I am happy to be wrong about that.

What every girl dreams of when shes dumped is - that the guy will someday feel regrest and come back and tell her all about it. And the beauty of it is you have no regrets whatsoever.

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel. (Something Borrowed)

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter of faith.

People generally didnt cheat in good relationships.

I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.

I still think I love him more. Its one of those things you never know for certain because theres no way to enter all the relationship data in a computer and have it spit out a definitive answer. You cant quantify love, and if you try, you wind up focusing on misleading factors.

I was aware that we were both silently making those inevitable comparisons, putting our relationship in context. She is more this and less that. He is better or worse in these ways. It is human nature to do this--unless its your first relationship, which might be the very reason that your first relationship feels special and remains forever sacred. But the older you get, the more cynical you become, and the more complicated and convoluted the exercise is. You begin to realize that nothing is perfect, that there are trade-offs and sacrifices. The worst is when someone in your past trumps the person in the present, and you think to yourself: if Id known this, then maybe I wouldnt have let him go.