“There is nothing like love. You should try it.”Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.”
“Look, this is a loan. I don't know if love is something I will run out of one day. I don't know if I should be giving it all to you guys or not. Today, I feel like maybe I should have kept some for myself for days when no one else loves me.”
“Maybe we should Create a 'Happy God Day' and make it the one day of the year you can't kill each other.”
“Maybe these are our salad days.""Huh?""You know. Happy.""What's happy about a salad?"She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.”
“Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss”
“Maybe. But you know, when you love someone you love them. And every day you sit back pretending that you don't is one less day you have with him.”