Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.

I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there's a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.