Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

I think he just gets like this sometimes. Like he needs to pull away. I think of it like winter. During winter, it isn't that the sun is gone (or cheating on you with another planet). You can still see it in the sky. It's just farther away.

It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one - and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

Don't make me angry-kiss you.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.