“His lips brush my ear as his voice causes my body to come to attention. If the night never ends, then theres never a new day and with a new day comes renewed hope, light.”

“Turning my head so I can look into his eyes, I strum my fingers across his cheek. Youre right. I think weve both had enough darkness. I want to live in light.”

“I know you probably feel like there's no color left in the world. Like there's no light, instead all darkness. But there's sunshine. There are colorful flowers all around us. And for me, you're the...”

“Ive learned through the years that its not where you live, its the people who surround you that make you feel at home.”

“His lips brush my ear as his voice causes my body to come to attention. “If the night never ends, then there’s never a new day … and with a new day comes renewed hope, light.”

“I’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.”

“The future for me is already a thing of the past -You were my first love and you will be my last”

“He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable”

“A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.”

“I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see Im just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and ...”

“When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.”

“Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.”

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”