Sometimes what we want isn't what's best for us - Della
She wouldn't come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn't come back here... but God, I wanted her to.
Don't frown beautiful, you fascinate me.
The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.
The heart wants who the heart wants. We can't help that.
For the first time, the object of what I want is more important than fulfilling my desires.