And when someone grows up knowing so little of what real love feels like, whether from family, or friends, or the love of a companion, that person starts to believe that they weren’t meant to be loved, that good things will never happen to them. They start to believe that whenever something good does happen, it’s inevitable that something bad will come along to replace it.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

I think I've been afraid most of my life to be myself.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

To lovers and dreamers and anyone who hasn’t truly experienced either.

It’s like, you know, it doesn’t matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it’ll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.