“Everything seemed slow, molasses slow, lovesick slow.”

“Listen carefully. Listen and you'll hear everything you need to know.a nightmare is a different case entirely, it's a box of black shadows and vicious red stars, something to keep carefully closed, lest the ground below be broken in twonow it's a time like any other, long minutes, tedious seconds, nothing more than flat time moving forward, like it or notit is impossible to stop some things, rainfall, for instance, and love at first sight, and the slow and steady path of sorrow the cruel and desperate variety that always accompanies yearning for someone you're bound to losewhen you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. there are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shine like heaven, so far above us qw can never hope to reach such heights sometimes those who love you best are the ones who leave you behindhearts were made for being broken. there's really no way around it if you want to be a human being....consider what people are capable of going through in this world and how much courage it's possible to havewhen someone kisses you with everything they feel, you don't stop thinking about it for a very long time.you didn't think you were going to get married and live happily ever after did you? you're not that stupid...a book of hope that has never been finished, a list of dreams left undone.”

“Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.”

“You are my armor and my sword, my faith and my treasure, everything I'm fighting for.”

“I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.”

“What people called the truth seemed worthless to her; what was it but a furtive, bruised story to convince yourself life was worth living.”

“I was beginning to understand. My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things; that was why everything had to be perfect.”