Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

There ain't nothing good that don't got real bad waiting to follow it.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.