And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.

When one lover suffered from a broken heart, no matter how badly the other wanted to help, she couldn't be the one to heal it.

People are here because they've got baggage. I'm talking curbside-check-in, pay-the-fine-'cause-it's-over-fifty-pounds kind of baggage. Get it?

What you call love does not sound very beautiful.

She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

I know nothing. I know no one. I’m lonely. Every time I see you, you’ve put up some new wall, and you never let me in.