“You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.”

Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.

I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.

Is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.

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.

I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart.

I just… want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

“Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.

Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are.

I see all this talent, all this…this energy and brightness and…potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound.

And I don’t want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not…not be able to do what I want with you.

If I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.