And you’re not afraid of it ending?” “Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

You never fall in love with anyone the same way you fell in love with someone else. It's always different, every time, if you're lucky-or cursed-enough to have it happen more than once. But I've never been uncertain about love, not any of the times I found myself in it. Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.