Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.