If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

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.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

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

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

If you zoom close-if you get really close to someone, if you really get close to yourself-then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can't see anything anymore.