Gillian Flynn Book Quotes
I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.
We weren’t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves – surprise! – we were poison. We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.
There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.
Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial – you’d think all women do is clean and bleed.
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
My mother had always told her kids: if you’re about to do something, and you want to know if it’s a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.
Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
I don’t understand the point of being together if you’re not the happiest.
Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.