Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you’ll keep faith in me, you’ll remember who we are, and you’ll never feel despair.
Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway. If you don’t try, you save nothing, because you might as well be dead.
You couldn’t erase the past. You couldn’t even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.
There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don’t.
You know what the secret is? It’s so simple. We love one another. We’re nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? – Carmen.
What can I say? I’m obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can’t be held responsible for our actions.
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.
I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting.
Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.
Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don’t have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn’t sure who’d broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn’t going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.
He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
It was wrong. But it was worth it.