If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.

Certain things need not be said, and there’s nothing, not a whisper, prayer, not a sacrifice, not a payment of any price, that would change what’s about to happen.

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.