My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?