“It was him, thirty years too old, twenty pounds too light, & forty watts too dim maybe, but him.”
“I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor”
“You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde”
“I told you. Your light is too dim." ~ Daiki Aomine”
“The light gave him hope but he was afraid of it too.”
“But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.”