he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.