“What was the point of loving when the people you loved were taken from you? When Death and Time were always looming and poised to strike, why did love exist?”
“When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.”
“Why? It’s because I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when you were with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but I love you, anyway.”
“When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.”
“how could love at first sight even exist when you were already in love with someone else?”
“When your love lets you go you only want love more, even when love wasn’t what you were looking for.”