“He was afraid of letting anyone know of his love, because if life had taught him anything, it was that love wasn’t a prize, it was a weapon. And he was so tired of being hurt.”

“- I'll be better tomorrow.- No you won't. But that's okay...I'll wait.- For how long?- How long will I wait? Take forever and multiply it by infinity. And then I'll wait some more.”

“Sometimes tomorrow never comes and you’re only left with the memories of yesterdays.”

“Steven and I had always come to the market to check out the fresh flowers, so when Friday came around with the fresh roses, I always stood in the middle of it all, breathing in the memories and breathing out the hurt.”

“You don't have to be good all the times. It's okay to be hurt sometimes. It's okay to feel lost like you're wandering around the dark. It's the bad days that make the good ones so much better.”

“All this time I thought you were reading to escape the world, but now I know, you didn’t read to escape it; you read to discover it.”

“To love,and all the heartache that weighs it down.To love,and all the heartbeats that lift it up.”

“There was nothing as romantic as the feel of a book in your hands.”

“I wasn't sure of it, but I was almost certain that loneliness was a disease. An infectious, disgusting illness that was slow to creep into your system and overtake you, even though you tried to fight it off the best you could.”

“Maybe the point of life is to teach us that we aren’t always going to be our past mistakes. Maybe the point of life is to open ourselves up to the things that we fear most—like love.Maybe the whole point of my life was to simply find you, even if it wasn’t meant to be forever.And that thought alone is enough to get me through each night of loneliness.”

“He was afraid of letting anyone know of his love, because if life had taught him anything, it was that love wasn’t a prize, it was a weapon. And he was so tired of being hurt.”