“Love means never having to say your are sorry”

“Love means never having to say you're sorry.”

“What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.”

“It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special.”

“I mean, imagine for a second Olivero Barretto, some nice Italian kid from down the block in Cranston, Rhode Island. He comes to see Mr. Cavilleri, a wage-earning pastry chef of that city, and says, "I would like to marry your only daughter, Jennifer." What would the old man's first question be? (He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth). No, Mr. Cavilleri would say something like, "Barretto, how are you going to support her?”

“Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love”

“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.”