And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.