“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

“Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal”

“Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you’d been before the fall.”

“Hearts are breakable,” Isabelle said. “And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before”.”

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! – I have as much soul as you, – and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”

“Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing…”

“I won’t ever leave you, even though you’re always leaving me.”

“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”

“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…”

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“Was it hard?” I ask.Letting go?”Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.”

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land”

“To douchebags!” he said, gesturing to Brad. “And to girls that break your heart,” he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. “And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”

“The heart was made to be broken.”