The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing.

Nothing hurts if you don't let it.

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That’s the way love tangles you up. I couldn’t stop loving him, and couldn’t shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him— but I also didn’t have to run to answer his letters. I was hurting, too, and no one was running to me.

The very rich only admire themselves