The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

if you put your trust in God, you’ll be all right in the end.

I love you, Elizabeth... and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.

That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her already and would love her forever.

Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.

"Please... don't ask me to go with you, because if you do, I'll go. Please don't ask me to tell Frank about us, because I'll do that, too. Please don't ask me to give up my responsibilities or break up my family"... "I love you, and if you love me, too, then you just can't ask me to do these things. Because I don't trust myself enough to say no."