“Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts...”

“So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?”

“I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.”

“It was the sort of place where you could hear the tumblers of your mind falling into place as you pieced thought together, as you tried to match it to action.”

“I sigh. “But if you’d talked to Jules—if she could hear you . . .” My voice trails off.“Then you wouldn’t feel quite so crazy?” Oliver asks gently. “Can’t you believe in me, if I believe in you?”

“Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?”

“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?”