Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

There are people you remember and people you dream of.

The truth is what hurts