Sometimes people don't need you to answer them. They only need you to help them say what they need to say. 
If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask. 
Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot. 
I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time. 
Let him go. Let one of them go. Knowing it and doing it, two separateaccomplishments. Let one man go. The question had to be, which one?
He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof we can survive. 
It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, butit was the only one we had.
I feel the weight of his gaze all over me, covering me like a blanket. 
From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories," Joe said quietly. "They were all you, to me. All of them were you. 
Love is always real, even when it doesn't last. 
The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem. 
You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you. 
We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him. 
Where'd you find her?He picked me out of a catalog.
You've got the sexiest voice. You make everything you say sound like it tastes good coming out of your mouth. 
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed. 
There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it. 
Desire didn't always mean a choice was easier to make. Sometimes it was harder, because it meant so much more. 
It was all about control, in the end, and I had it. 
When everything changes we learn who we really are. What's really important. What we wantmost. We discover the truth in moments of disarray.
All I know with utter certainty is this. Dan tamed me. We need each other.He has become unique to me in all the world.
Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It's those that bring us grief that linger. 
I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling. 
Scars are proof we can can survive 
We could just go naked. Set a trend." -Nick 
Sometimes," he said after a second that lasted a million years, "things get broken. And they can't be fixed. 
There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then. 
I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find. 
Dangerous to me, that sexuality, because I'd been burned by that flame once before and would be forever scorched. 
The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth. 
Some things never left you, no matter how much you wanted them to. 
But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts. 
All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people. 
Basically, I wanted to get in, get on, get off, get up, get dressed and get out. 
Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all? 
I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important. 
Love, when it goes, can sometimes burn to ash.And sometimes it can leave nothing.
I murmur something that sounds like "goodbye" but tastes like "hello. 
Sometimes," Joe said after a bit, "it's just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that's what you're not, anymore. 
Individually there were things we lacked, but together we were perfect. 
Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could. 
My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer. 
He was the loveliest sight she'd ever seen. 
Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard bringsmore satisfaction in the end.
Darkness reveals as much as it hides, sometimes. 
I might be alone, but i'm never lonely. 
I knew him, but I don't understand him. 
I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn't understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too. 
I closed my eyes against the suddensorrow that someone I knew so well should be someone who consistently brought me so much grief.
Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low? 