“We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.”

“We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.”

“Is there a reason you look like you want to murder me?""Not particularly. You have that effect on people.”

“It doesn't matter how great your shoes are if you don't accomplish anything in them.”

“But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.”

“We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.”

“But the people who mattered were the people you chose instead of the people who were yours by an accident of birth. Real family was heart as much as, if not more than, blood.”

“Sometimes, though, we let ourselves get so used to being 'fine' that we lose track of how 'not fine' we are.”

“You're torn between wanting to be closer and wanting to push me away," he said. "So I vote for closer. I'll always vote for closer.”

“So many of the things she had found lately hadn't been precisely lost. But she wasn't found without them.”

“Which was worse, telling a person you loved them when you didn’t mean it? Or loving them and never telling them at all?”

“Ultimately, wasn’t dance a whispered question? A story told through the position of a foot, the tilt of a head, the touch of a hand, the brush of an eye. A rite of passage. A claiming.”