“Please don't tell me to relaxit's only my tension that's holding me together.”

“I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.”

“Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair”

“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”

“Please don't give me words; give me a hug. Don't tell me that I'm holding up so well; break down with me and admit our shared wretchedness. Don't feign some bright mountaintop; walk with me through the dark valley where neither of us can utter a word.”

“Please don't ask me to go with you, because if you do, I'll go. Please don't ask me to tell Frank about us, because i'll do that, too. Please don't ask me to give up my responsibilities or break up my family; I love you, and if you love me, too, then you just can't ask me to do these things. Because I don't trust myself enough to say no.”