...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

Because she knew already that this would be the thing that would end them. And that in the deepest part of her, she had known it from the beginning, like someone stubbornly ignoring a weed growing until it blocked out the light.

I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours?-Lou

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

I didn't like it when he looked at me like that. I could never escape the feeling that i was being compared to someone else.