“You can not figure out love without figuring out death, too, but the effort it takes can knock the wind out of you. Love is the first cousin of death, they're acquainted with each other, they go to the same family reunions.”
“Knock, Knock.""Who's there?""Olive.""Olive who?""Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms.”
“You can go a surprisingly long time without figuring out the kind of person you are and in what direction your life is taking you.”
“Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.”
“Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.”
“Well, because sometimes you love someone but they might not be the rightperson for you. That takes some time to figure out”