“He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.”

“She smiled at him, the way she always did, even when he woke up at oh-what-the-fuck-hundred.”

“I smiled back and I thoughthow incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn’t always see it.”

“He’s a gloomy sort. I noticed that right away. When he smiles though, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. When he smiles at me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

“All of the heartache, the anger, the fear that this was as good as it was ever going to get, was worth it. Here, he could see her eyes and bask in her smiles-even when she wasn't smiling for him. Every day was worth the pain.”

“I think how this is always the way he is, giving me something even when most would think there was nothing left to do but let go”