I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.

What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.

If I had a euro for every stupid thing I've done, I could buy the Mona Lisa.

How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?