“They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other. Each had tried to find love with other people.But all that was now finished.”

“Even when apologising, this guy turns on the charm. And the worst thing is that it works.She had reached a point in her life where she no longer expected anything from men, though that didn't stop her from falling in love with them.”

“He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?”

“Why was love such an addictive drug?Why did loving someone cause such suffering?”

“He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything backThe more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.”

“The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.”

“so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?""Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.”