You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

A very wise man once told me that you can't look back-you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

A mathematical formula for happiness:Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy:improve your reality or lower your expectations.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

Dylan Jerome," the lawyer admits, "wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

We all have stories we tell ourselves, until we believe them to be true.

Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest?

No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.

If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

Oh, darling, that’s what love is. It’s some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person.

What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.

It turns out that there’s something even harder than not being able to be with the person you love when you’re happy: not being able to comfort her when she’s sad.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

There are five things we need to say to people we love before they die…: I forgive you. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. Goodbye.

What you know isn't nearly as important as who you know. Who will miss you. Who you will miss.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

No matter how educated you are, no matter how irrational it seems, you will follow a glimmer of hope.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

I believe that having something to hope for - even if it's just a better tomorrow - is the most powerful drug on this planet

You can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

males conspicuously leaving their mark to let others know where they weren't welcome.

because in the past words have only driven them apart.

And if you don't find what you're looking for?"At Roy's question Addie looked up."Then all I've lost is time.