Emily Fisk Giffin (born March 20, 1972) is an American author of several novels commonly categorized as chick lit.
I think I hoped for something more. Maybe I even hoped that I could find in Richard what I had with Ben. But it is suddenly very clear: Richard is not fallin in love with me and I'm not falling in love with Richard. We are not creating anything permanent or special. We are only having fun together. It is a fling- a fling just like he said last night- a fling with an ending yet to be determined. I feel relieved to have it defined
[The] maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces.
My relationship with my sister is so central to my life. She's my closest friend, my biggest supporter, and I know she would say the same about me.
One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.
That's how life is. Sometimes there are happy endings, sometimes there aren't, and more often there are shades of gray.
ONE MORE CHNCE. Words that my mother heard, more than once. Words that women debate. Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. I think of all the judgment from society, friends, and family, the overwhelming consensus seeming to be that you should not grant someone who betrayed you a second chance. That you should do everything you can to keep the knife out of your back, and to protect your heart and pride. Cowards give second chances. Fools give second chances. And I am no coward, no fool.
But I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.
Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type. " "And what type is that?" she asks,leaning foward in her chair,yearning for confirmation that he gets it,that they are like-minded in their observations of others and the circumspect way they view the world. "Oh,let's see," he says,rubbing his jaw. "Superficial. Artificial. Sheep. They're more worried about how they come across to others than who they really are. They exhaust themselves in their pursuit of things that don't really matter.
And without Dex in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. But the truth is, I feel freer with Dex than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without. Maybe true love does that
Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.
Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.
In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.
The world is not that black and white, Rachel. There are no moral absolutes. It is complex.
But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.
What appeals to you the most is the very thing that will drive you crazy
I think that we have to consciously be aware that every moment we're in, every different stage in our lives, we can control.
Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.
No, scratch the word "career. " Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.
I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.
there is always something comforting about knowing that you are not alone. That other people feel the way you do. That you are a bit screwed up, but still normal.