One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

To love someone so deeply means also that it will hurt a thousand times more when he disappoints or leaves you

A bus ride is like being in another world.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

Well, I suppose he’s stuck with you forever then.” “Yes, and forever is a very long time.” He pauses and then says, “Well, for the record, something tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It’s a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.