Three months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you that if you really loved someone, you’d let them go. But now I look at you, and I dreamed about Maggie, and I see that I’ve been wrong. If you really love someone, Allie, I think you have to take them back.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

You know how hind-sight is 20/20? Love is when you look back and wouldn't change anything.

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

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle.

Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it.