You and I are impossible." she said. "No." Gently, he brushed the hair back from her face. "We are what's real and true.

He reached out with his good hand, cupping her chin. "Gretchen, don't you realise by now I would give up everything to be with you?

But I promise you I'll love you until the day I die. Then he kissed her. His lips on hers were as light as a breath. And she couldn't stop the horrible thought that his touch felt like a farewell.

I don’t know much about psychoanalysis, but I don’t believe that we can blame our actions on our upbringings. If we could, then nobody would be responsible for anything they do.

His voice caught. I choose you, Gretchen. Every time, I'll choose you.

Distance between true friends doesn't matter when their friendship lives in their hearts