I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other.... For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.