“Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love”

“I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.”

“The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.”

“I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.”

“As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.”

“Those who really love you don’t mean to hurt you and if they do, you can’t see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.”

“A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.”

“I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.”

“You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.”

“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late.”

“I’m not really sure why. But… do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don’t think so. That’s what makes the betrayal hurt so much – pain, frustration, anger… and I still loved her. I still do.”

“I think in the end, you would have stayed with me, out of obligation…or maybe comfort. Maybe I was safe to you, and you needed to feel that. I know how scared you get of the unknown. To you…I must be kind of a security blanket. Do you see now, how that doesn’t work for me? I don’t want to be there, simply because the idea of me being gone is too…scary. I want to be someone’s everything. I want fire and passion, and love that’s returned, equally. I want to be someone’s heart… Even if it means breaking my own.”

“But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I’m nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that’s all I’ll be–one big scar of a love gone wrong.”

“Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?”

“It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.”