A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.

Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.

Why is it that only in the very beginnings of a relationship are you aware of the heat coming from inside a person, of the number of inches you would have to move for your shoulders to brush as if it were an accident?

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw