Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.

Ten, I thought, he's definitely a ten

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.

This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.