Quotes From "The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight" By Jennifer E. Smith

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.
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Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world. Jennifer E. Smith
He looks at her and smiles.
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He looks at her and smiles. "You're sort of dangerous, you know?" She stares at him. "Me?" "Yeah, " he says sitting back. "I'm way too honest with you. Jennifer E. Smith
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Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do? Jennifer E. Smith
People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely...
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People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else. Jennifer E. Smith
Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?
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Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything? Jennifer E. Smith
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers.
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Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers. Jennifer E. Smith
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People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline... The motion of the train makes her head rattle, but her eyes lock on the words the way a figure skater might choose a focal point as she spins, and just like that, she's grounded again. Jennifer E. Smith
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There's always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization... You can't survive a rift that big without it leaving a mark. Jennifer E. Smith
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She couldn't ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of two puzzles, and nothing in the world could make them fit together again. Jennifer E. Smith
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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. She couldn't ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of two different puzzles, and nothing in the world could make them fit together again. Jennifer E. Smith
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The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked. Jennifer E. Smith
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Just like when you're young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime. Jennifer E. Smith
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And the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now. Jennifer E. Smith
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But the crowds are surging around them and her backpack is heavy on her shoulders and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness , like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now. And that's something Hadley can understand, too, and so after a moment she nods in agreement, and he tips the suitcase forward onto it's wheels, and they begin to walk. Jennifer E. Smith
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And being here like this, so suddenly close to him is enough to make her lightheaded. It's a feeling like falling. Jennifer E. Smith
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Someone once told her there's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together. Hadley has her doubts about how accurate this could possibly be, a calculation so simple for something as complicated as heartbreak. Jennifer E. Smith
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Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it? Jennifer E. Smith
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Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves. Jennifer E. Smith
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There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them. Jennifer E. Smith
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That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again. Jennifer E. Smith
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But she knew it would never happen. She had no intention of visiting him there. Even if she were open to the idea, as Mom and Dad both hoped she would be, the mathematics of it seemed utterly impossible to her. What was she supposed to do, spend Christmas there and Easter here? See her dad every other holiday and one week during the summer, just enough to glimpse his new life in fragments, tiny slivers of a world she had no part in? And all the while missing out on those moments of her mom’s life–her mom, who’d done nothing to deserve to spend Christmas alone? That, it seemed to Hadley, was no way to live. Perhaps if there were more time, or if time were more malleable; if she could be both places at once, live parallel lives; or, simpler yet, if Dad would just come home. Because as far as she was concerned, there was no in-between: She wanted all or nothing, illogically, irrationally, even though something inside of her knew that nothing would be too hard, and all was impossible. Jennifer E. Smith
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He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their daughters houses. Jennifer E. Smith
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Her eyes travel down to where he's gripping the handle of her suitcase. "What're you doing?" she asks, blinking at him." You looked like you needed some help." Hadley just stares at him." And this way it's perfectly legal, " he adds with a grin. Jennifer E. Smith
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As if it were far easier to start over completely than to try to put everything back together again. Jennifer E. Smith
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The idea that their paths might have easily not crossed leaves her breathless, like a near-miss accident on a highway, and she can't help marveling at the sheer randomness of it all. Like any survivor of chance, she feels a quick rush of thankfulness, part adrenaline and part hope. Jennifer E. Smith
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Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do? Jennifer E. Smith