Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?