Everyone always hoped it was someone else who would be bold.

From up here, the water looks calm. Like a flat and reliable rug, as if it knows nothing about what is to come. Phoebe expected more from the ocean, maybe because she read too many Herman Melville books in which the ocean knows everything about the future—foreshadows death with every wild and loud crash of a wave.

He wasn’t ready for his life to be a tragedy, albeit a beautiful one.

“I just mean, a story can be beautiful not because of the way it ends. But because of the way it’s written.”

Watch the good girl grow up, watch the girl try very hard to get everything she wants, then watch how happy she becomes. The end.

because being ashamed of his depression only made him more depressed.

She really loved the first sip of champagne. The first sip always brought her back to life. To the park where they made their first toast as a married couple.

She loved the way Matt indulged her.

tracking each time Jane Eyre went on a walk in Brontë’s novel.