Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.

He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.

Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes you a little smaller. Every day you put off your life makes you less capable of living it.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.