I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky - whoa.

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.