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

In reality, you don’t ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

An apology with a defense built in isn't much of an apology

Maybe Fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.

I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life