sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.

Love each other or die.

People say they 'find' love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And [he] found a certain love with [her], a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable.

We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.

Happiness in a tablet. This is our world. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions are spent to advertise such drugs. And billions are spent purchasing them. You don't even need a specific trauma, just 'general depression' is enough, or anxiety, as if sadness is as treatable as the common cold.