“And you know, these things don't last forever.'I know, Mandy. Nothing does.'That's the spirit.”

“How do you know it's love? I don't know, but it lasts forever.”

“Not forever does the bulbul singIn balmy shades of bowers,Not forever lasts the springNor ever blossom the flowers.Not forever reigneth joy,Sets the sun on days of bliss,Friendships not forever last,They know not life, who know not this.”

“I always think everything is going to last forever, but nothing ever does. In fact nothing exists longer than an instant except the thing that we hold in memory”

“Betty inhales sharply, 'It's just I thought I had lost you forever.'Oh, Betty, don't you know there's no such thing as forever?”

“What's love? Something that lasts a week or a month and that's all you can except? Or is it just that some loves have a short shelf life? You know, like yogurt: after a week or two they go bad.And how do you recognize the other kind of love, the kind that isn't like yogurt? The kind that's more like... I don't know, like peanut butter, that lasts forever and always tastes good?”