Love comes in so many different forms, but it is always love. If it is love, then it is love.”

They were at the parking lot now, and Bob turned to her. “Lucy—” And then he did not know what to say. “I hear what you’re saying,” she said, brushing back her hair from her face. “I didn’t say anything.” “I know. But I heard you,” Lucy said.

And then he had to stop walking, because—at that precise moment—he understood exactly how much he loved her.

her voice was quiet with understanding.

“I wonder how many people in long marriages live with ghosts beside them.”

To be in love when the outcome is uncertain is an exquisite kind of agony.

Didn’t anyone ever have anything interesting to say? They talked of movies they were all watching, of series on Netflix, they spoke about their children, but always carefully and in terms meant to hide their private disappointments, and they talked about one another. Of course.

I’m telling you this because you have been so fortunate in your life, you probably don’t even know such broken people exist.”

“No. That’s not evil, Larry. These are broken people. Big difference between being a broken person and being evil. In case you don’t know. And if you don’t think everyone is broken in some way, you’re wrong. I’m telling you this because you have been so fortunate in your life, you probably don’t even know such broken people exist.”