293 Quotes by Jennifer Weiner

One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I’d read somewhere – that when God sees a dog he likes, He folds one of its ears down to remember it.

Picture each worry like a gift. Put them in order, from the mildest to the most intense. Imagine yourself picking up each one and wrapping it with care. Picture yourself placing the gift under a tree, and then walking away.

I don’t write literary fiction – I write books that are entertaining, but are also, I hope, well-constructed and thoughtful and funny and have things to say about men and women and families and children and life in America today.

I don’t like futons. They can’t commit. I’m a bed! I’m a couch! I’m a bed! I’m a couch!

He’d been lonely, and I’d been lonely, but if we were together, we’d never have to be lonely again.

Jo thought sometimes that Bethie liked to play at being a rebel, when the truth was that her sister had a genius for conformity, for making herself the best, most stylish example of whatever version of femininity was currently in fashion.

He had sacrificed so much – And now? What if not even all that was enough to quiet that voice... the voice that said, ‘You’re not worthy, you don’t deserve it, nothing you do will ever be enough.

Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

She couldn’t imagine not being a mother. She was happy and fulfilled. Or, at least, she was happy enough, fulfilled enough.