"I need to know that you still feel an ache in your chest when you hear someone say my name."
"Tell me you still feel it."
"My dear, our souls met long before our eyes did."
"I’m not much like myself any more."
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."
"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."
"She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out… Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts."
"What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction."
"A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller."
"Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing."
"I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside."
"In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself."
"There is always a part of my mind that is preparing for the worst, and another part of my mind that believes if I prepare enough for it, the worst won’t happen."
"Yes, I want to be your friend. I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend."
"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."