“If I have the strength to sit here for months,” he murmured, almost painfully. “Falling more and more hopelessly in love with you every single day, while you’re still madly in love with a ghost, then you can have that same kind of strength to move on from this.”

“You’re living in the past…in memories that are in but a single moment. You’re walking backwards in shoes that don’t fit.”

“That’s what real love looks like—when your companion believes in you when no one else does. True love can really be that little red balloon that lifts you up through life’s storm.”

“Tha’ girl I saw every night in tha’ dream,” he whispered. “Tha’ girl was you.”

“If I am dead, well, then there's somethin' 'bout you, Eleanor, that's makin' me feel like I'm still alive.”

“I’m so scared,” I whispered, as more tears began to roll down my cheeks. I looked up at them. “That big world out there…I barely remember it.”

“I kissed him again and through all the new chaos enveloping my life, there was one solid truth that I would always hold to. I would be alone for centuries over centuries, past lives through future lives, until my soul met Andrew’s again. This love was special, this love was rare, and it did not get any better than this.”