A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

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

so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?" "Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

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.

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