“He was addicted to meand now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity.”

“But the things that were right about him I sort have been able to do for myself for a while now. His constant reminders used to feel like love, but now they feel like he wanted to take control of my life so I couldn’t. It hasn’t been right for me and I’ve been ignoring that. And now I think I was waiting for you. I know I was waiting for you,” Livia said as she trapped his hand against her cheek.”

“Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord;Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word.Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own;Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone.Once 'twas painful trying, Now 'tis perfect trust;Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost.Once 'twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast;Once 'twas constant drifting, Now my anchor's cast.Once 'twas busy planning, Now 'tis trustful prayer;Once 'twas anxious caring, Now He has the care.Once 'twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says;Once 'twas constant asking, Now 'tis ceaseless praise.Once it was my working, His it hence shall be;Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me.Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One;Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone.Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He's mine;Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine.Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail;And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the veil.”

“He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.”

“Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.”

“Sometimes it's strange being me. I travel the world meeting people, I'm surrounded with friends and my life is full, but all the time I am confronted by a young man I have nothing in common with. He is me, but he is not me now. In fact I have been me now for longer than I was him, but no one wants to know about me.”