You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die." Kate to Will

I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind.