Emily Giffin Quotes

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.

Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong.

There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.

I would have liked to have worked with Ralph Richardson and Paul Scofield, but they're dead now.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

There are definitely plays that I wish that I could have back.

I'm one of the few people I've ever met who is blessed enough to be able to love the one who got away.

I had learned one of the bitter lessons of life: never try to regain the past, the fire will have become ashes.

Twice we stood beside each other at the altar, Rosie. Twice. And twice we got it wrong. I needed you to be there for my wedding day but I was too stupid to see that I needed you to be the reason for my wedding day. But we got it all wrong.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone.

I can’t even think about what life “could have been” like in Boston, without crying. It’s like deja-vu, I don’t think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

I have taken so many wrong turns and been so careless with precious things and managed to lose, or break, or leave out in the rain so much that I loved.

I must have loved you a lot.

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things differently.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.