My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.