You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.
I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.
Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.
It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.
When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.
I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.
I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.
But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.
The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.
Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.
Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.
I am here because of love.
Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.
I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.
I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.
The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.
People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.
With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.
I wish I could remember the moment when I was a kid and I discovered that the letters linked into words, and that the words linked to real things. What a revelation that must have been. We don't have the words for it, since we hadn't yet learned the words. It must have been astonishing, to be given the key to the kingdom and see it turn in our hands so easily.
Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.
There is always something new to learn about the person you love.
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