Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death.
You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own.
I don’t need anything to get high. I’m high on life.
The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.
Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
Bonds are like rules, they’re meant to be broken.
That was the thing about pictures – they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren’t the right ones.
Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?
But there’s always a first time for everything.
One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.
You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.
They each had secrets they were keeping from the other; secrets they were keeping out of love.
Don’t worry my love, we shall have our vengeance. I promise it.” -Jack.
There would never be anything but this. Stolen moments, stolen kisses, a secret oasis.
Mimi walked out of church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.
All his gentleness, all his kindness, all the bright shining gorgeousness of his love, he had always given to someone else.