“She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.”

“As compromised as their marriage might be, part of her still believed in her vows. She loved the man he’d been, and she loved the man she knew he could be.”

“She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.”

“She now knew that it was possible to love two people at once—because you could love them in different ways.”

“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.”

“How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her”