“Why did someone fall in love with you because you are one thing and then want you to be something else?”

“It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.”

“What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?”

“Why pretend to be something you're not? If you have to be someone, be someone no one else is.”

“I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.”

“When you fall in love, you fall in love with yourself, when you kill yourself, you kill someone else.”