How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

Someone has to spread the good news that we survived.

This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, Jacob was in pain. Right now, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It was more than that I owed him. It was because his pain hurt me, too. Jacob had become a part of me, and there was no changing that now.

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

That's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.