170 Quotes by Lisa Unger

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

… there was only one rule. Work hard and be nice, and everything would go just fine. That should be the rule for life, too, Emily thought. But, of course, that wasn’t how things went.

She wanted to take those words back. But they were out, shattering in the air all around them, slicing them both.

Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn’t care about the other things, the ones that went away.

Not that she didn't about fighting losing battles.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

He didn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed.

Anger is not the absence of love. Anger broke you apart. Love and anger wrap around each other and becomes one living thing inside your heart.

Is there anyone dearer than the children of people you love, especially when you don’t have your own?