“Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.”

There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?

It’s complicated.’ ‘So’s quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God’s purpose to understand.

That evening she glowed. She gave off a vibration of energy that he suspected only he could detect.

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?” She taps the side of her head.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

I know this isn’t a conventional love story.

Astonishingly, not all girls get dressed just to please men.

Everything takes time… and that’s something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to.

You only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.

Sometimes life is a series of obstacles, a matter of putting one foot in front of the other.

if you had your mother at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you,

…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

You say that my way of thinking cannot be tolerated? What of it? The man who alters his way of thinking to suit othere is a fool.

Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.

My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections; it holds with my existence, with the way I am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I’d not do so.

The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.

Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Hope and fear cannot alter the seasons

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?

We have become frighteningly effective at altering nature.