“I don't know how to do this, tell me how to fix us”

“I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.”

“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”

“I don't know how it is to fuck him Shane, I did not fuck Ethan. I have never slept with anyone, actually. I was saving myself for that ex-boyfriend... he was in...um...jail, but when he got out, he didn't want me anymore and left.”

“I've waited for what feels like two thousand years to tell you how much I love you and to touch your lips again.”

“Hey, you coming to the bar tonight?” he called out after me.I stopped and turned around, “Maybe, I don’t know. I have to see how I feel after a shower.”A smile burst onto his face, making him more stunning than it was humanly possible. “Do you need help with that? I’d like to see how you feel after a shower too…”

“Grace: "I wanted to tell you how I felt. Why I was always so mean to you, Shane."- "Because you feel broken?"- "Completely shattered," I whisperedsoftly.Bringing his hands to my face, he leaned over me, lightly stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. - "Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for therest of my fucking life I will put you back together...I'll make you whole again.”