You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.

Your soulmate can also be your downfall.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other. Each had tried to find love with other people. But all that was now finished.