You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.

Time will make it worse! You're...the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will... you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.

Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?

You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.

My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.

I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.

The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.