Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. "She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B.

The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over.

you never forget your first fall.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.