She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

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

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.