It’s true what they say: life does go on and joy does return, and often it’s in the most unexpected of places,’ she continues, ’but you never get over losing someone; you just get better at coping with it.

They probably didn’t care if it was the real thing or not. They wanted it to be. And by suspending their disbelief they could believe in the illusion.

But, you know, everytime your heart is broken, it gets stronger.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

Goodbye, Dr Goldstein.′ I start to walk away, then stop and turn. ‘Oh, and for the record my name’s Charlotte.’ And turning back, I keep on walking. Somehow I don’t think that’s a name he’s going to forget in a hurry.

To you I shall say, as I have often said before, ‘Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last ‘. – Jane Austen.

It is always the silly things that remind me.

He hadn’t lost Grace. Because she’d never been his to lose in the first place.

I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren’t laughing anymore.

I don’t understand it myself, really. It’s like the idea of him is better than the him of him.