There's always going to be those awkward moments when we're around each other and we remember how it used to be.

Dreams, she thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.

It's one of those days where the weather seems to be reading your heart, because inside you can never seem to stay sunny for long. There's always clouds overhead, and the rain comes about as easily as the tears.

I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best ting a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

We can all use a little hope sometimes, you know. That feeling that everything's gonna be okay and that there's gonna be someone there to help make sure of that.

Maybe it's not supposed to end up happily ever after, but for once I want to live in that fairy tale world, and feel what it feels like to be loved.

The only remedy for love is more love.

We sort of resemble thos eold silent movies, we never say anything, but the emotion is there, and for some reason, words just aren't needed.

She really does lie him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you really get down to it, can ou say that about many people?

Hey, let's just face it, no matter where you went, he never left you, and I don't think he ever will.