She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

Luce: You could have kept your promises. Daniel: I promised I'd stay.

We put our faith in love.

I guess I don’t know what I want.” “I do. I want you.” “I know, but—” “Nothing will ever change that. No matter what you hear. No matter what happens.

Will you stay with me ” she asked. Her voice was the thinnest whisper almost canceled out by a low groan of thunder.... Forever ” he whispered back. The sweet sound of his voice filled her up.

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

I think the most tortured place in hell should be reserved not for traitors, but... for cowards. The weakest, most spineless losers. Because it seems to me that traitors? At least they made a choice. But cowards? They just run around biting their fingernails, totally afraid to do anything. Which is totally worse.