263 Quotes by Meg Wolitzer

It’s weird,” she said, “the way sometimes you’re in your life, but other times you’re looking back at it like a spectator. It kind of goes back and forth, back and forth.” “And then you die.” She laughed a little. “Yes. And then you die.

No, of course not. I just feel content,” she said carefully.“That’s an old person’s word,” said Ethan.

Was this the epiphany of adult life, that it actually wasn’t exciting and vast in possibilities, but was in fact as enclosed and proscribed as childhood?

Jealousy was essentially "I want what you have," while envy was "I want what you have, but I also want to take it away so you can't have it.

Words matter. All semester, we were looking for the words to say what we needed to say. We were all looking for our voice.

But here was where the question of talent became slippery, for who could say whether Spirit-in-the-Woods had ever pulled incipient talent out of a kid and activated it, or whether the talent had been there all along and would have come out even without this place.

I always thought talent was everything, but maybe it was always money. Or even class. Or if not class exactly, connections.

Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.

It wasn't easy to understand how the love between two other people could diminish you. If those two people were still accessible to you, if they called you all the time, if they asked you to come into the city for the weekend as you'd always done, then why should you feel, suddenly, intensely lonely?