“I wondered if this was how you'd felt.I wondered if I was making myself feel how you'd felt.I knew it wasn't a choice. It was just what my mind was doing.Although I could've been fighting it more.”

“He wished he knew how to describe to her what he felt.I started counting time for you.I want to change who I am for you.You are my Grace.He was too full, and there weren't enough words.He said, "I did not know I needed grace until I met you."Then as she held him tightly, he knew that what he said had been enough.”

“I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.”

“How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.”

“If you knew how much I loved you, you'd faint.”

“You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday”