Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.

I'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.

That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.

You can't go around feeling too much.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

Don't ever ask me again if I hate living anywhere with you and Jasmina. This Rock reminds me of the boy I was and being with you in the palace reminds me of the man I want to be.' 'Not just any man,' she whispered. 'A King. Mine.