As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

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

It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.

Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved.

Even when apologising, this guy turns on the charm. And the worst thing is that it works. She had reached a point in her life where she no longer expected anything from men, though that didn't stop her from falling in love with them.

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.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.