Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.

That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

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

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

This day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.