“I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.”
“All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.”
“Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.”
“When pointing out the flaws in others, people always end up talking about themselves.”
“People like hurting each other but loving is not a waste.”
“It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.”