She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

Healing wasn’t always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.