Days are a finite resource and it's best to protect the ones you have.

I can't comprehend infinity and yet I still don't except finity.

The way children stretch time and the way adults forget that stretch could be one of the saddest differences in the world.

I began to think that he had just the right measure of unhappiness and dissatisfaction with life to be someone I could get along with.

And I knew that it was possible he wasn't entirely right for me, but I also knew, in some way, that probably no one was right for me and potentially no one was right for anyone, but I also felt, with uncharacteristic sincerity, that we were as right for each other as any two people could manage.

He didn't care if you were safe, he just cared if you were his.