History isn’t something you study. It’s something you should just know.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.

Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.

Ah yes, the man or the crown. I'm afraid some can't tell the difference.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me.

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.