Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know that. I know he loves me, too. But it's different." Alice opened her mouth, but nothing came out at first. "He loved me once. But I think that part is over," she said slowly. "No, it's not. It hasn't even begun." Riley took Alice's bare foot in her hand and squeezed it. "I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first."

Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

You just have to let people love you in the way they can

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.