If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

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

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

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

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.