“That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.”

You can love someone so much but you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with.

It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

I ran like a cheetah – well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

Whatever you’re worried about, you’re bigger than the worries.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.

What’s the meaning of life? Other people.

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That’s me: I’m not that.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

We all use the future to escape the present.

It’s only a game when the only one side is winning.

Self-love combined with action is how we break with the past and open a new future.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Love is a state of temporary psychosis.

Every failure is taking you to a greater destination.  

We can not build a deep connection to someone who is disconnected from themselves.

Bring up my past and everything I said YOU CANT BREAK ME.

I still miss you but not enough to ruin my heart anymore.