Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

Love meant different things to different people.

Sometimes a wind comes up, blows you off course. You’re not ready for it, but if you’re lucky, you end up in a more interesting place than you’d planned.

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.