The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else

“Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.”

“Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”

“Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.”
“I’m not talking about love,” Hadley insisted. “I’m talking about marriage.”
Mom shrugged. “That,” she said, “is even worse.”

After all, it’s one thing to run away when someone’s chasing you.
It’s entirely another to be running all alone.

“You don’t light up,” Hadley pointed out, but Dad only smiled.
“I do when I’m with you.”

the lingering music in her ears, everything too bright and slightly unreal

there’s something utterly unselfconscious about the way they’re looking at each other.

Never has any period of time seemed so unending. And though she knows it’s nothing but a collection of minutes, all of them strung together like popcorn on a tree, she can see now how easily they become hours, how quickly the months might have turned to years in just the same way, how close she’d come to losing something so important to the unrelenting movement of time.

There was something so possessive about the way she looked at him, like she was laying claim to him even from a distance.