Joy can do that. It can hurt as much as pain.

If you love something, you must set it free.

But all hugs must end, so they pulled apart, just a little. That hurt too much, so he rested his forehead and nose upon hers. Sometimes happiness is just about more than a body can bear.

Love and Art go together like baritone and alto, paint and canvas, like sunrise and a burning atmosphere.

You may ask me, as others have done before, whether it was kindness or cruelty to allow them to meet, so soon before his departure with so little time to discover each other. Whether the pangs of loss do not invalidate the bliss of love. Especially where war is concerned, and Death runs rampant with his bloody scythe. You may say that it was wicked of me to allow James to find Hazel, and Hazel, James, if three days were all they would have.I don't call it crueltyI do not apologize

If they have a deep understanding of love, the French have an even deeper understanding of food and when it is to be eaten. That is, precisely when it’s ready.

There was a time, in their flat, when the position of the piano meant that while James... saw only the left side of her face. She looked just like the girl he'd first seen at the parish dance in Poplar. But when a furniture rearrangement took place, on a whim, leaving Hazel's right side on display, James decided he liked that view even better. She was his, from every angle. The scars were a reminder that she came back

A miracle that can never be: your face, your hands, pledged to me.

Nothing but the chance to say, wordlessly, Here; you’ve been carrying that alone for a long time. Let me carry it with you awhile.