It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.

There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.

In life, Jane reflected, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

I don't think I would have minded you being the keeper of my secrets.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.