Emily Giffin
Emily Giffin
Emily Fisk Giffinis an American author of several novels commonly categorized as chick lit...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth20 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
forever want officials
i want to make it official, i want to make it forever
people wish want
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.
everyday want monogamous-relationship
But certainly not everyday you can find someone who wants to have a monogamous relationship
book choices want
A theme in a lot of my books - and in my own life - is making choices that you feel you should make, or what society wants you to make, as opposed to what is truly right for you.
towels want failing
He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.
trying want
I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.
want way persons
The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.
heart important want
Everyone wants to belong, or be a part of something bigger than themselves, but it's important to follow your heart and be true to yourself in the process.
night knowing long
It was the same night I gave myself to him completely, knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.
mad being-sad easier
I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.
fate blind-belief sorrow
Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.
wind trying factors
You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors.
hate heart mad
Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.
sheep views world
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.