Bella, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.

May the best man win That's about right pup

If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.

How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.

The worst part is that I saw the whole thing -- our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all. I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can't, and it's killing me.

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

He's got to let go of you sometime.