“...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.”

“I dream that someone will love me as a person so wholly that it won't matter whether I have gray pubic hair or sagging breast.”

“...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?”

“And now she knew she could never find love in someone else. She knew the lines she treasured so long from the movie were wrong. There was no use searching for love in someone who was born for her. Even if he existed. Love existed in her own self. Inside her. But to comprehend it, to understand it, to awaken it, she needed the other person. Someone who would pull the right strings that made her sing, someone with whom she could share her feelings, her thoughts, her dreams. It was not just someone with whom she could grow old, someone with whom she could share the murmur of the brook.”

“In my humble opinion, love is when a person believes that he, she or it can't live without some other he, she or it...I said believes. No one actually needs another person or another person's live to survive. Love, Lizzie, is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.”

“She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.”