22 Quotes by Jennifer Vandever

But now she regarded her sister with curious distance. She’d been so actively excluded from everything important to her she felt suddenly, intensely alone.

He turned to her and smiled. “OK. And you paint. Men come and go,” he said, wagging a finger. “Be good to yourself. What you have? Inside? That’s permanent. Any man doesn’t see that, doesn’t deserve you.

After she packed her few bags into the back of her car and hugged him, Rosalind never saw him again. After a few weeks it was like she’d never known him at all, like summer friendships she’d strike up as a child when the family stayed a few weeks at the beach or another city. The friendship was site specific. She couldn’t miss it any more than she’d miss the Eiffel Tower in her backyard. It was where it belonged, somewhere in the past.

That’s just how it is. You get halfway through your life and realize you’ve done it all wrong. You’ve picked the wrong jobs and followed the wrong dreams. Every decision from your cradle to the counter of an upscale children’s boutique in Portland, Oregon gratingly names little fig where you now stand tethered at the age of thirty-seven for thirteen-dollars-an-hour-plus-commission has been all wrong.