Sarah Strohmeyer quotes:

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories.

On behalf of all that is good and melodic, Ludwig van Beethoven, I apologize.

A mother is a mother from the moment her baby is first placed in her arms until eternity. It didn't matter if her child were three, thirteen, or thirty.

As my mother says, your forties are when you finally pay for your past mistakes, the cigarettes and sunburns, the Big Macs and smooth-talking men. She may be right.

Risk is the universe's way of pushing us to become more than what we are. Risk is faith at the edge. Risk is the pulsating nature of life.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

Sometimes if you wait too long, it's too late.

We may not get what we want, when we want. But with a bit of perseverance and a lot of patience, we can get what we need.

Without risk, we are automatons going through our days with no purpose or meaning. We are safer, perhaps, but we are also, ironically, closer to death.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

In fact, a case could be made that worrying about a problem actually prevents you from resolving it, because it deceives your mind into thinking that you're doing something when really you're not.

In fiction, I searched for my favorite authors, women I have trusted to reassure me than not all teenage guys are total ditwads, that the archetype of the noble cute hero who devotes himself to the girl he loves has not gone the way of the rotary phone. That all I had to do was be myself (smart, hardworking, funny) and be patient and kind and he and I would find each other. As Bea would say, this why they call it fiction.

It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

Maybe we were being a bit unrealistic, but we had this hope that if we could just get into the Ivy League, everything would be set. We dreamed of Gothic libraries and leafy green quads and romantic dorms with fireplaces and guys who were not only cute but also smart and charming, and, quite possibly, British. In college, we believed, we'd finally find our people.

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world.

The imagination is a wonderful thing; it allows for all manner of undiscoverable sins.

The power of women united, I am again reminded, is an invincible thing.

This is probably the advantage of being stupid. Stupid people just do. We tend to overthink. If we could eliminate the "over" and just think, then we could do, too. Only we'd be smarter doers because we'd be thinkers.