Sweet,” he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. “Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer.” -Jack to Amanda

These impossible women! How they do get around us!

I think at this point, safety isn't a feeling, it's a process. Starting with trust.

You can't love someone new without getting over the last one.

Justine reached for a fresh tissue and clamped it to Lucy’s nose as if she was a child. “Friends are the support bras of life. We don’t let each other down. Right?

I was a new person in the same world, which was a lot more difficult than being the same person in a new world.

...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.