She would want me to forget all about him. But how could eyes not notice the light? How could lungs not acknowledge the air? There are just some things you can't ignore.

Life is pointless. Love is pointless. And still, wouldn’t I do every second of it all over again?”
“I’m guessing yes.“
“Undoubtedly. Yes.

You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that's all it would manage to do.

It's the most wonderful and terrible thing that can ever happen to you," she said simply. "You know that you've found something amazing, and you want to hold on to it forever; and every second after you have it, you fear the moment you might lose it."
I sighed softly. She was absolutely right.
Love was beautiful fear.

You have to embrace the idea of imperfection, even in the thing that is most perfect for you.

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.