NEVER LET ME GO - KAZUO ISHIGURO

Never Let Me Go - Pg 79

Chances are, at the time, I noticed all these things without knowing what on earth to make of them. And if these incidents now seem full of significance and all of a piece, it's probably because I'm looking at them in the light of what came later.

Never Let Me Go - Pg 77

But those last years feel different. They weren't unhappy exactly--I've got plenty of memories I treasure from them--but they were more serious, and in some ways darker. Maybe I've exaggerated it in my mind, but I've got an impression of things changing rapidly around then, like day moving into night.

Never Let Me Go - Pg 36

The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange. 

Never Let Me Go - Pg 36

So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you--of how you were brought into this world and why--and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs.

THE STATISTICAL PROBABILITY OF LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT - JENNIFER E. SMITH

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 188

Hadley didn't know it was possible to miss someone who's only a few feet away, but there it is: She misses him so much it nearly flattens her. Because all of a sudden it all seems so horribly senseless, how much time she's spent trying to push him out of her life. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 170

Back home in Connecticut, there's a bird bath just outside her kitchen window, which Hadley used to look out at while doing th dishes. The most frequent cisitors were a pair of sparrows who used to fight for their turn, one hopping around the edge and chirping loudly as the other bathed, and then vice versa. occasionally one would dart at the other, and both would flap their wings and lurch backward again, making ripples in the water. But although they generally spent the entire time squabbling, they always arrived together, and they always left together. 

There's something of that in Oliver now, a reckless confusion that makes him seem more lost than sad.  

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 153

But Hadley understood. It wasn't that she was meant to read them all. Maybe someday she would, but for now, it was more the gesture itself. He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 88

She thinks of the way they stood together near the bathroom, how it seemed like they'd been on the brink of something, of everything, like the whole world was changing as they huddled together in the dark. And now here they are, like two polite strangers, like she'd only ever imagined the rest of it. She wishes they could turn around again and fly back in the other direction, circling the globe backward, chasing the night they left behind. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 88

There's no real distinction between last night and this morning, of course--just dark bleeding into light--but even so, everything feels horribly different. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 65

It was his fault, all of it, and yet her hatred for him was the worst kind of love, a tortured longing, a misguided wish that made her heart hammer in her chest. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 53

Whenever Hadley was upset about something, Dad would simply rest a hand on top of her head and steer her upstairs. "Time to consult the elephant," he'd announce, and somehow, it always worked. It's really only now that it occurs to her that Dad probably deserved more of the credit than the little elephant. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 37

There's always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization. 

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Pg 31

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?