Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have.

That is what touches me most. When somebody says: you really made a difference.

Don't worry about it. The right thing will come at the right time.

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

If you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future.

I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.

Separately they had different strengths. Together they were complete.

Some are nice and some aren't. Some are smart, and others are about as bright as a wet match in a dark cave. In other words, pretty normal.

I guess I thought the strength of my wanting would be enough to make him appear.

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity. And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?

What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.

And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.

You could run to the farthest corners of the earth. There's no place you could go where I wouldn't love you. Nothing you could do to stop me.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

Why is life so difficult for some people and not for others? Why do some people have to struggle so much?