Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl Quotes

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

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?

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

Don't fret, we'll sort this out: the true and the not true and the might as well be true.

Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.

One should never marry a man who doesn't own a decent set of scissors.

I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.

All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine.

We just want you to be happy. Rand and Marybeth said that all the time, but they never explained how.

You can like an immoral character because she’s interesting, not because you want to have her over for dinner.

There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And thosewill be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and notmonths.

It was one of the few stories we told the same way.

I'm just tired of people judging me because I fit into a certain mold.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.

Blame the economy, blame bad luck, blame my parents, blame your parents, blame the Internet, blame people who use the Internet.

She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.

We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.

in these shitty plastic days ...

I am, after all, an adult, a grown man, a useful human being, even though I lost the career that made me all these things. I won't make that mistake again.

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.

I know, I know, I'm being a girl.

We will have a happy marriage if it kills him.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

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.